Marigold blushes. “I suppose it doesn’t matter now. I followed Whit.” She hugs a cushion in front of her as she confesses. “I was following him…” “You were stalking him?” “No…well, maybe… I was trying to run into him.” She swallows. “I followed him to the Reading Room and sat down opposite him, hoping that he’d talk to me or that I’d have a reason to talk to him.”
