LUNA WAS RIGHT ABOUT Mel. She came in about twenty minutes later and walked right up to the circulation desk. Fortunately, the library was quiet then or else it might have been tough to talk to her privately.
Mel introduced herself, holding out her hand. She had an anxious, restless demeanor, but her smile was genuine and went all the way up to her eyes, which were still swollen from crying.
“It’s good to actually meet you,” she said. “I feel bad because I’ve seen you in here for years and never really introduced myself.”
I smiled back at her, “It’s good to meet you now. And don’t worry about it. The library isn’t necessarily a social place.”
Luna walked up as Mel said, “It’s the best place in the world, isn’t it? You can come to relax and be quiet and not speak to a soul. Or you can c
