"There goes the chimney," Kathleen Groh said under her breath, watching fellow parapro Phyllis Wright heading toward the door of the Vickers Public Library, a cigarette and her lucky Zippo with the four-leaf clover on the side clutched tight in her fist. Groh looked at her watch and scribbled the time on a slip of paper retrieved from the pocket of her skirt. Putting out the daily papers and tidying up the magazine racks in the periodicals area gave Groh the perfect vantage point to observe Wright puffing away while reading an article and chatting with patrons coming or going.
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