“We’ll probably not know until we’ve exhausted every possibility. Then we’ll be told ‘ah, you found it’ and we still won’t have any idea.”
Renée giggled. “That sounds like SearchLight. I once had a professor who told me to ‘fix’ my paper and wouldn’t tell me how.”
“How did you change it?”
“I rewrote the whole thing after studying three professional journals. I got a B, but that was better than the D I’d been slated for.” She drank off a cuppa and then headed to the computers. “Will you write down call numbers as I find stuff?” That was how they’d been doing things before yesterday. It saved time. And for Jenny, Renée knew, it prevented exasperation.
Jenny flashed her a grin. “No necking back here? It’s private enough.”
“Only until Mrs. Partridge comes back here, or another employee seeks the computers.” Renée stood, walked to Jenny, and gave her a quick kiss. “But, yes. I do want to spend some time necking. What are you doing tonight?”