“I was at the library yesterday” – that’s how I started a conversation with my youngest sister who so happens to work at the library.
“And you didn’t come by to see me?”
“Yesterday was Saturday and it wasn’t the main branch I was at it was a local branch”
“That’s right I wouldn’t have been there. Which branch?”
“The South End”
“What were you doing there”
if I were on the ball I would have made up some story about how I wanted to go to their book sale while enjoying the live classical music they were playing that day but instead she got the truth.
“Little g needed a book”
“Which one?”
“The Pearl by John Steinbeck” she made a face of dislike “You don’t like that book”
“Not so much but it’s short so Little g won’t have too much trouble getting through it”
“She gave me her card to check it out”
“And they let you use it?”
“Yup”
“They’re not supposed to”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, that’s why I checked to make certain I had my card with me. I also had to pay a 15 cent fine. I gave them a quarter and told them to keep the change”
“Gee, that’s nice of you”
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