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Authors: Bertrice Small
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“Rowdy and I had better get going,” he finally said. “The week is half gone, and I’ve got to prepare to meet my staff next Monday morning. Can I get a library card for myself? I’m a reader when I have the time.”
“What genre, or are you non-fiction?” she asked.
“Most fiction genres, and non-fiction,” he told her.
“I’ll have a card ready for you next time you come by the library,” Kathryn said. She’d know soon enough what he liked to read, she thought, and then wondered why the hell she would possibly care. “Good-bye, Mr. Blair.”
“Good day, Miss St. John,” he responded, and untying the leash, he walked off, Rowdy bouncing along by his side.
Kathryn watched him go. Nice butt, she thought, and then chuckled. She had been assessing him the whole time he was with her. She couldn’t recall the last time a man had interested her enough to look him over. And maybe it was just because he was new in town. Probably that was it. She walked back into the library where Mavis was waiting eagerly for Kathryn to tell all.
“Well?” her best friend asked.
“Well, what? He apologized for the other day in the IGA parking lot. I apologized in return. We talked about the summer reading program. He wants a library card.”
“That’s it?” Mavis said.
“He’s got a nice butt,” Kathryn replied.
Mavis laughed. “That’s a rare commentary from you,” she said. “Usually it’s the men salivating over your butt.”
Kathryn grinned. “Yeah. Go figure!”
“You like him,” Mavis said.
“I hardly know him, but yes, I think he’s a nice guy,” Kathryn admitted. “Now let me go and eat my yogurt. I’ve got Rina Seligmann coming in to discuss a possible family program for the autumn at two.” She turned without another word and went back to her office. Pulling the foil lid off of her boysenberry yogurt, she took a spoon from her desk and began to eat. To her surprise her mind wandered back to Timothy Blair. Well, he was cute. No, cute wasn’t the right word, nor was handsome. His good looks, however, exuded the kind of masculinity she hadn’t seen in a long while. Or maybe she hadn’t been out of Egret Pointe in a while. Usually single women were left pretty much to their own devices in a small town, but she never had been. She had a lot of friends, her own age, older and younger. She actually had a social life when she chose to have one.
But the men in her life were all married with few exceptions. And until now she hadn’t cared. And why did she suddenly care now?
Rina Seligmann arrived unannounced. “You’re thinking,” she said as she came into Kathryn’s office and sat down in a chair. “Is that good?”
Kathryn laughed. “Dumb abstract thoughts,” she said.
“Sam and I had a rather interesting idea,” Rina began. “We thought it might be a good idea to do a family-oriented program during the Jewish holidays. Explain the different dates for the different new years worldwide. Show how they are similar, and how they are different, how some are tied in with the harvest and others not, and why.”
“What a great idea!” Kathryn agreed. “Ignorance about other cultures and faiths is the basis of prejudice, I’m certain. A program such as you’re suggesting shows how alike we actually are despite our differences. Yes! Tell me the date you want, and make it so, Rina. I love stuff that brings a light into the darkness.”
“I heard the new Middle School principal was in the library today. I also heard you two had a dust-up in the IGA parking lot on Monday.” Rina chuckled.
“It was a misunderstanding, more on my part actually. Here was this adorable shaggy dog howling its heart out in a locked car. Without checking out the situation, I barreled into the market and demanded to know who had left their dog in a locked car on a sunny August afternoon. Turns out the windows in the car were open, the dog had a water dish, and was just howling because he was scared. Mr.
“What genre, or are you non-fiction?” she asked.
“Most fiction genres, and non-fiction,” he told her.
“I’ll have a card ready for you next time you come by the library,” Kathryn said. She’d know soon enough what he liked to read, she thought, and then wondered why the hell she would possibly care. “Good-bye, Mr. Blair.”
“Good day, Miss St. John,” he responded, and untying the leash, he walked off, Rowdy bouncing along by his side.
Kathryn watched him go. Nice butt, she thought, and then chuckled. She had been assessing him the whole time he was with her. She couldn’t recall the last time a man had interested her enough to look him over. And maybe it was just because he was new in town. Probably that was it. She walked back into the library where Mavis was waiting eagerly for Kathryn to tell all.
“Well?” her best friend asked.
“Well, what? He apologized for the other day in the IGA parking lot. I apologized in return. We talked about the summer reading program. He wants a library card.”
“That’s it?” Mavis said.
“He’s got a nice butt,” Kathryn replied.
Mavis laughed. “That’s a rare commentary from you,” she said. “Usually it’s the men salivating over your butt.”
Kathryn grinned. “Yeah. Go figure!”
“You like him,” Mavis said.
“I hardly know him, but yes, I think he’s a nice guy,” Kathryn admitted. “Now let me go and eat my yogurt. I’ve got Rina Seligmann coming in to discuss a possible family program for the autumn at two.” She turned without another word and went back to her office. Pulling the foil lid off of her boysenberry yogurt, she took a spoon from her desk and began to eat. To her surprise her mind wandered back to Timothy Blair. Well, he was cute. No, cute wasn’t the right word, nor was handsome. His good looks, however, exuded the kind of masculinity she hadn’t seen in a long while. Or maybe she hadn’t been out of Egret Pointe in a while. Usually single women were left pretty much to their own devices in a small town, but she never had been. She had a lot of friends, her own age, older and younger. She actually had a social life when she chose to have one.
But the men in her life were all married with few exceptions. And until now she hadn’t cared. And why did she suddenly care now?
Rina Seligmann arrived unannounced. “You’re thinking,” she said as she came into Kathryn’s office and sat down in a chair. “Is that good?”
Kathryn laughed. “Dumb abstract thoughts,” she said.
“Sam and I had a rather interesting idea,” Rina began. “We thought it might be a good idea to do a family-oriented program during the Jewish holidays. Explain the different dates for the different new years worldwide. Show how they are similar, and how they are different, how some are tied in with the harvest and others not, and why.”
“What a great idea!” Kathryn agreed. “Ignorance about other cultures and faiths is the basis of prejudice, I’m certain. A program such as you’re suggesting shows how alike we actually are despite our differences. Yes! Tell me the date you want, and make it so, Rina. I love stuff that brings a light into the darkness.”
“I heard the new Middle School principal was in the library today. I also heard you two had a dust-up in the IGA parking lot on Monday.” Rina chuckled.
“It was a misunderstanding, more on my part actually. Here was this adorable shaggy dog howling its heart out in a locked car. Without checking out the situation, I barreled into the market and demanded to know who had left their dog in a locked car on a sunny August afternoon. Turns out the windows in the car were open, the dog had a water dish, and was just howling because he was scared. Mr.
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