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wondering."
"Are you shitting?"
Andrea elbowed him sharply in the side. "ButЧMarjorieЧwhy aren't you the queen?"
She could get behind a queenЧa scholarЧlike Marjorie.
Marjorie made a face like she smelled something bad. "Ech! Not hardly. This,"
she said, her hand indicating the huge library, "is my passion. I'd rather eat a
garlic sandwich than run the world. Can you imagine the headaches? The
paperwork? The hostess duties?" The ancient scholar actually shivered.
"Oh. Um, do you know where we can find the new queen?"
"Certainly. Nostro's holdings now belong to herЧthat law is a thousand years
oldЧand his old properties are out on the edge of Lake Minnetonka. I'll get you
a map."
She clacked away in her sensible shoes and Daniel let out a breath. "That nice
middle-aged lady is older than America? Shit!"
"Much older, and be nice. She could have ripped both our heads off and used them
for bookends."
"Yeah, well, she might be super decrepit, but I'm stillЧaagggghhh!"
"Here you are, dear," Marjorie said, coming aroundЧsomehowЧfrom behind them.
"I've marked the queen's territories in red. You should have noЧwell," she
added, fixing her gaze on Andrea, "you should have no trouble."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."
"Feel free to poke about in the stacks before you leaveЧhardly anybody ever
comes here to read," she said with a disapproving sniff.
"Wh-what do they come for?" Daniel managed.
"Maps."
"Oh. That's a toughie, Marjie."
She fixed him with a forbidding look. "Marjorie. And thank you for your
sympathy, sheeЧDaniel."
"Thanks again," Andrea said. "I'll be back, if the queen doesn't kill me. I love
libraries."
"You're welcome here any time. As to the other matterЕ" Marjorie made a vague
gesture and clacked off.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Daniel whispered in her ear.
"Don't do that, it tickles. And I guess it means I'm supposed to find out for
myself. Come on, let's look me up in here."
They found the Ms after a few minutes. The library was a peculiar combination of
the old card catalog system, and up-to-date computer files. They found a card
which simply read, Mercer, Andrea. DOB 07/29/76; DOD 07/29/97.
"Oh, that sucks!" Daniel cried. "They killed you on your birthday?"
"My twenty-first birthday," she added thoughtfully. "Must have needed people
that exact age for his dumb ceremony. Barely drinking age foreverЕ oh, the
humanity!"
"You're in a weirdly good mood," he muttered, jumping at small noisesЧwho knew
when Marjorie would appear out of nowhere again?
"I like libraries." She took the card with her name on it and inserted it into
the slot in the computer. Instantly information about her began to scroll down
the screenЕ there was her old house, there was her high school, her parents'
names and occupations, her grandparentsЕ there were her college transcripts,
including her transfer paperwork to St. OlafЕ there was her credit report, there
was her bank accountЕ "Huh. Would you look at that?"