Mac. Who knows what those lunatics might have done.” “Yes, I’m glad I wasn’t here. I might have had to kick some serious butt,” I responded with a frown. I heard his low chuckle as I began walking around the room, checking for damage to the shelves and furniture. Finding nothing a good cleaning wouldn’t remedy, my next step was picking up the books and inspecting them for damage. In the meantime, the maintenance worker began inspecting the walls that were spray painted. After muttering quietly to himself, the older man looked over at me. “Well, Ms. Mac, it looks like you’re going to have to close the library for a few weeks.” “Close the library? But...the students need the library. We can’t close for weeks.” “Well, this here wall alone is going to have to have the paint stripped and then we’ll have to put on at least two coats of primer before repainting. And we’ve got two more walls just like this one.” I rubbed my temples, trying to fight back a headache. “Can’t the painting be done in the evening after the library closes?” He shook his head. “I wish it could but we’re looking at least a month or two getting it done that way.”
