Chapter 4
I was immersed in an “absolutely riveting” study on the nationally declining standards of literacy in Britain when Mary stuck her head round the door of my office.
“Got a minute?”
“Of course.” I smiled at her and dropped the report on my desk. “I could do with the distraction. This guy,” I tapped the report, “has developed the fine art of using a paragraph when a single sentence would do.”
Mary smiled. “It’s just, we haven’t seen as much of each other as we used to.”
“I know, the promotion, both of us finding our ideal men, etc., etc.”
Mary and I worked at the local library. Until I got a promotion we’d worked in the same department. But since I’d been made up to senior librarian we saw a lot less of each other.
Mary seated herself in my guest chair and crossed her legs.
