I think “Don’t Rain on My Parade” was a song, back in the day. I wonder does Marcus know how to play it? It would have been a perfect soundtrack for today’s Saint Patrick’s Day parade.

“Did you see the forecast?” asked Linda as she entered the library on Monday morning, shaking her umbrella out the doorway to remove the worst of the weather. I’d opened up thirty minutes earlier but work hours are a rather loose concept in my colleague’s considered opinion.

“No, but I got soaked on the cycle in. There’s only so much rain-gear can do when it’s raining like that. Is it still bouncing back up from the puddles?”

“Yeah.” She hung her jacket on the back of her chair to drip dry and stowed her golf umbrella in the metal b...

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