The Memory Painter

“Because this isn’t new for me.”

Linz grabbed a handful of books and headed to a reading table. “Well it is to me. Do you enjoy disrupting my world? I share dreams with strangers. Now I understand Greek. What else?”

“Well…” Bryan hesitated. Maybe now was not the time to lay more on her. He didn’t want her to implode at a public library.

“How in the world did you know I’d understand Greek?”

Bryan wasn’t sure how to answer. “I don’t know. A hunch?”

Linz got an odd look on her face. “What if…?” She went to the library computer and typed in a search, mumbling to herself. “I can’t believe I never thought to look.” She backed away in shock. “Wow.”

Bryan took her place at the monitor and saw the search results. “Whoa,” he agreed.