Boss Lady called us upstairs before we unlocked the doors to readers.

She glanced at her phone for the time and then began. “Last minute change of plans for the day. Frank rang. We were expecting him on Friday.”

I nodded. I’d made the appointment months ago. It was on my list for the week.

“He can’t come on Friday. Some medical appointment has come up, so he asked could he fit us in this afternoon and I said yes.”

Linda and I were already saying yes. We all like Frank even though he yearns to shut the doors of our library. The poor man is pushed to his limits of endurance with inspecting libraries, or death traps as he likes to call them, and we are the worst one in the country according to his standards. Then it occurred to me to wonder why Bo...

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