Bits of debris made landfall in the wheelchair cuts at the corners. The new boots from Mandy’s ex weren’t soaked through. That was a unique and welcome sensation. They were leather, like my work boots, but even when I waded across the streets, they stayed fairly dry inside...
I welcomed reporting to work. Only a four-day work week, because of New Year’s. The union guys would get a paid holiday; I would only be paid for the time I worked. Better than nothing.Everyone looked groggy and out of sorts. More than a week on the same schedule with the rest of the world. Hard ...
Or taken any more pictures I wasn’t aware of.As I came through the front door, Mandy Sterling, the clerk who worked at the circulation desk greeted me.Mandy had been the person who had accepted my prison ID and copy of the lease on my apartment as adequate when I’d first applied for a library car...