rubbed her fingers. âI want you to know how much you are loved, not just by me, but by this whole town.â I sniffled. âYou taught half of Sweet how to read and encouraged the rest of them to love books as much as you do. When I was a kid I wanted to be you. I thought librarians were the coolest people in the world.
âWell, until I saw that episode of The Practice and decided I wanted to be a lawyer.â I laughed softly. âI remember the look on your face when I told you I wanted to study law. You were so surprised, and then you went and found some college textbooks on corporate law for me. What they were doing in the library, I have no idea. I thought they were boring at first, but you told me everything must be looked at in context. You were right. Years later, when I could compare those cases to others, I was absolutely fascinated.â
I sighed. âYou did that for everyone you met. Helped them along with their dreams.â I scooted my chair closer.
âOkay, enough with the mushy stuff. You know how much I love you.â I cleared my throat. âI happen to have a copy of Emma in my bag. I know what an Austen fan you are.â I read to her about Emma Woodhouse and her misguided schemes until my voice was a hoarse whisper. When I could read no more, I rested my head on my arm and dozed for a few minutes at a time.
Around five in the morning, a hand rubbed the middle of my back. Thinking Sam or Margie had come in to check on her, I turned with sleepy eyes to see Mrs. Canard standing beside me.
I closed my eyes and opened them again. She was still there. Then I looked down at the bed, where she lay looking even paler than before.
Iâm dreaming.
âKira, Iâm sorry. I donât want to frighten you but itâs time for me to go.â She patted my shoulder.
I shook my head, not really understanding.
She smiled. âI must pass to the other side. Iâve foisted a huge responsibility onto your shoulders and I want you to know that no matter what you choose to do, I will always love you. You can walk away from it all, and I will never think less of you. But know you are special and your talent can help so many. It will be difficult at first, but youâll come to love it as much as I did. If you give it a chance.â Mrs. Canard turned her head as if listening for something.
âIâm confused. What responsibility? If you need me to take care of the arrangements I will. Money is not a problem.â
âOh, no. All of that was taken care of months ago. I really must go, dear, but Iâll be back to help you along when I can. These things take time. Remember, you are special. No matter what, never forget it.â
She faded and an alarm started beeping. Sam and the nurses rushed in and stood beside the bed.
We all watched as her struggling breaths slowed and then stopped.
âWeâve lost her,â Margie whispered as she checked the machine.
Sam looked at me, and then at the clock on the wall. âTime of death, five after five.â
Chapter 7
Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as any one who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink.
THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST
By Wilde, Oscar, 1854â1900
Call #: F-WIL
Description: 154 p.; 23cm
I âm not sure how I made it back to the house, but I did. I couldnât stop the tears and my chest felt hollow as I fell back into bed in a fitful sleep. Mrs. Canardâs words about responsibility weighed heavily on me, and I wished I knew what she meant.
Around two in the afternoon someone buzzed the front door. At first I tried to ignore it, but they wouldnât go away. Iâd never bothered to change, so I stumbled to the door in my wrinkled jeans and sweatshirt.
Sam and Caleb stood on the other side of the door.
Sam pushed his way in. âI know youâre upset and you donât feel like eating, but youâre going to
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