I’m a librarian. Public branch on Oak Street. A boy comes every day after school. 3:15. Stays until closing. 7 PM. I thought he loved reading. Same chair. By the window. He never opens a book. Watches the door. Why do you come here every day?’ He looked at his shoes. ‘If I go home before 7, the lock is still on.’….
I still have the blue spiral notebook sitting on my kitchen counter. It has exactly 217 dates written inside, all in my messy handwriting. I worked at the public library …
I’m a librarian. Public branch on Oak Street. A boy comes every day after school. 3:15. Stays until closing. 7 PM. I thought he loved reading. Same chair. By the window. He never opens a book. Watches the door. Why do you come here every day?’ He looked at his shoes. ‘If I go home before 7, the lock is still on.’…. Read More