[A bright and crisp mid-morning, June 8 (day 373)]
[At the library]It is quite a lovely day; cool and crisp and not at all cold enough to ache. I was somewhat apprehensive about stepping outside yesterday, but the snow hardly seems to cause a slip at all. And as it seems to be here still, I suppose I should not get into the habit of letting it
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"That would be very kind, if you can," I say. "Do you happen to know if there's any place in particular I should leave these? I told Mrs Stephanides that I'd see what I had that might be useful, but I confess I didn't set a time to see her." I smile a little. "And I don't know if she'll be in today."
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I can't keep my voice from going a little flat on the last part, probably because I'm in no mood to enjoy the weather myself. That's no reason to be rude, though, I know. "You must have had a time getting here." I gesture to the armchair I've just vacated. "Would you like to sit down?" I pause, since I don't know his name. I think I have seen him at the market, though.
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"It does seem to have drawn people outside," I say neutrally. She sounds a little distant; perhaps simply resentful about needing to work when most people have managed to get a little spare time. "Have you been at the library long?"
"You must have had a time getting here. Would you like to sit down?" she adds, and the pause after she speaks is the kind that leaves me wondering what she is--oh, of course.
"Yes, thank you," I say, patting the books once before moving away from the desk--they were hardly my favourites, after all, but I shall miss them. I look around again as I cross the room, and cannot help but smile; it really is a fine institution, although I have found that some of the shelves are unsteady; twice now I have been bruised by falling volumes. "Very kind of you," I say ( ... )
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