The Brightest Mind
The Brooklyn Public Library smelled like old paper and damp wool, and Rosie O'Malley hated it. She hated the silence. She hated the way the women in long skirts glided past her like ghosts. She hated that her hands were still covered in machine oil from a twelve-hour shift at the factory. But she needed the library. The night school teacher had told her to read something that wasn't a...
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