That patron was back today, the very smart black woman who dresses in disgustingly dirty clothing and is on a different floor than the rest of us.
"Mr. Winston Smith; I would like the book by Mr. George Orwell, " she said, "1984."
I walked over to fiction to get it for her. On handing it to her she asked for "General Eisenhower."
"A biography?"
"Yes."
I chose one of the several we own, and, as I was about to hand it to her, she grabbed three books from a shelf she was near (Miller, Sue). "Read all day," she said.
Not that she would read any of them; it's an act she enjoys.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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