Miss Black, the librarian, seemed glad to see me. “Molly, do you have any plans for the summer?” “No, not really.” I’d known Miss Black since I was a little kid. She used to let me help shelve the books. Funny thing though, I never really knew anything about her. She was just Miss Black, short and round and nice. I think she liked her job, and she liked kids. I think she liked me. When I was little I used to think she lived in the library and I imagined that when they turned off the lights and locked the doors at night she’d still be sitting in her chair behind the reference desk. So here’s something about Miss Black. The day of the funeral, when I was walking out behind the coffins, I saw her sitting in the church. She didn’t have to be there, wasn’t like she was family or anything, but she came. “The library got a LIP grant.” “A lip grant? A grant for lips?”
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