Anita had heard the sirens too. She went rushing like the others to see what was going on. The roof was on fire at the library, but the firemen were there spraying it down with a huge hose. It was fasinating. Possibly sexual, if she let her mind waunder.
She saw Newt then. He'd come too. His firm hand gripped hers as if they were in this together. She smiled so innocently. He smiled back as if he might kiss her, but he pulled away fast when he saw Theressa coming in the distance. Intantly, his hands went back into his pockets as if wanted no one to know their little secret.
Anita pursed her lips as if she were about to ask what the cause might be, and straightened her neck just in time to greet Theressa.
"What happened?" She demanded.
"What does it look like?" Anita could barely look her in the eye. She looked back at Newt, squinting hard. "Doubt there was a patron in the area, you know."
Newt nodded, but she had to wonder if he knew something he wasn't telling.
Naturally, Theressa pushed on through the throng of people, not waiting for any of them.
"What is it, Newt?" She took his hand once again. This time she kissed his palm as she raised it to her cheek. He was crying, but soon her mouth was on his, they were in a deep kiss as if this was such an occasion to start snogging, clearly the only meaningful thing in the world. She'd kiss his salty tears. She'd kiss his troubles away.