She holds her book on her lap, separated from the skin of her legs by her full, heavy skirt. She likes her skirt, in as much as she ever likes clothing. It's easy to clean, requires no ironing, and it's not particularly flashy.
She also likes her book, and a lot more than her skirt. She picked it up a couple of hours ago, and she hasn't moved away from it since. It's almost done though, and that's a bit of a pity. Firstly, because she's enjoying it.
Secondly, because she'll have to return to missing him once it's done.