“Linda, what’s this teddy’s name?” It was Monday morning and I had him wedged between my knees while I tried to sew his ear back on. One of the children at the Story Time session had loved him a little too vigorously.
The senior librarian was reading her horoscope in a celebrity gossip magazine while drinking her morning tea. I’d learned not to speak to her until she had the first mug of the day in her hand.
“We could have a competition to get the kids to name him.”
“Um.” She turned the page.
When I returned the Bear With No Name to his windowsill in the children’s room I found dozens of books tossed around the floor and sprawled on the small plastic table. It is amazing the dest...
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