Gemotions

The library was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Clara, surrounded by towering bookshelves, was lost in her favorite novel. The scent of old paper and leather filled her senses. She felt a profound sense of well-being.

Her friend called, excitedly. The friend was a caterer. The friend had been given the recipe. The recipe was now famous. Her recipe, under a new name.

Clara smiled. She was happy that she could help. She was not bitter or upset. She was, in fact, incredibly pleased.