Anna interrupted her brother, not with words, but by lurching forward and wrapping her arms about the librarian as tightly as she knew how. A sob escaped Mrs. Müller’s throat as she returned Anna’s embrace with fierce desperation. The boys said nothing, only looked at their feet as their sister offered comfort from all of them. Anna might not have known what to say, but she knew what to do. Which is often the more important thing, as it turns out.
Beautiful writing.
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