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Lacey

I sat in the library with a nice hot cup of coffee. Frankie, one of the full-time librarians, pushed a cart of books up to me and smiled. He was wearing goofy suspenders with bright-red pops of color, which matched his bright-red socks.

“Happy Tuesday, Lacey,” he said.

I held my cup of coffee up to him and smiled. “Any word on a full-time position?”

“I heard Sandra matched with someone on Tinder.” He looked down at his watch and furrowed his brows. “So if things go really well, she might go on maternity leave in...nine months. Give or take a few days?”

I worked as a librarian on Tuesday and Thursday only. These were my favorite days of the week. I worked two other jobs to fill the rest of the week and to make ends meet. I didn’t like those other jobs.

I faked a sobbing sound, but Franke just put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Just hang in there.”

“How long did you have to hang in there?”

“Three years,” he said, wincing.

I looked at the full-time librarians like some kind of mythical figures. These were the men and women who got to come in here every single morning. To touch and talk about books all day and get paid for it. Their customers weren’t self-entitled assholes who set out to make their lives miserable, they were people who liked the library. People who wanted to read, or people who wanted their kids to learn.

And speaking of kids, I saw the first of the Reading Hour kids trickling in, so I drained my coffee with a big gulp and threw away the cup.

I smiled wide and waved to the kids with both hands.

“Miss Lacey!” they shouted.

I loved kids, not that I was ever going to have any at this rate. I spent every day working three jobs to barely be able to pay my bills. It’s not like I had time to do things like date, and even if I did have time, it’s not like I was any good at getting men to ever so much as look at me.

Logan, Toya, and Dmitri were the three kids already here. They ran up and hugged me. These three were here every single Tuesday.

Toya smiled up at me. “Can we do the animal song?”

“Of course we can.”

I didn’t just read books for these kids. I had entire song and dance routines, complete with costumes and cheesy jokes. The good thing about kids is that the only thing they love more than cheesy jokes are the same cheesy jokes over and over, week after week.

After about ten minutes, I had a full group of kids. The youngest was a toddler who could barely walk without falling down on her butt every few steps. The oldest was a seven- or eight-year old girl who was there with her younger sister.

Some of the parents hung back and drank coffee, some sat right behind the group of kids and participated with us, while others just completely wandered off and used the Reading Hour to get some much-needed relaxation time.

“Good morning, everyone!”

“Good morning, Miss Lacey!” about half of them said back. Some of the younger toddlers weren’t even looking at me.

I put a hand to my ear in an exaggerated motion. “You sound sooo tired. You can be louder than that!”

“GOOD MORNING, MISS LACEY!” They shouted.

“Shh!” I hissed, grinning at them so that they knew I was just joking. “This is a library!”

They laughed. Logan pointed a finger at me. “You tricked us, Miss Lacey!”

I winked at him. “What do we want to start with—”

“Animal song! Animal song!” Logan and Toya said together.

I opened my backpack up and pulled out the big bag full of the costumes. To call them “costumes” was a bit of a stretch. They were cheap little masks with elastic bands that I bought for a few cents each at one of those party supply stores, but the kids’ imaginations made them work.

“Who wants to be the…” I reached into the bag and made a big dramatic pause. I pulled out the first mask, “the chicken!”

“Me! Me!” Logan shouted.

“You got to be the chicken last time!” Dmitri said. “It’s my turn!”

It took me a good two or three minutes to calm everyone down and get everyone more or less satisfied with their animal mask.

“Hmm,” I said, “now I need a costume—”

“Pig! Pig!” Dmitri said, laughing.

“Hmmm,” I reached into the bag. There were several masks left, but the kids didn’t know that. “Oh no! It looks

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