Chapter Four
I winced. This was a mom who’d proven difficult to deal with in the past. She was a stickler for rules and had complained to the circulation desk before about various patrons who’d fallen asleep in the armchairs near the fireplace and people in the computer room who had drinks without lids on them.
All the mothers and most of the toddlers turned when the mom asked about the cats. In response, I quickly turned on the bubble machine and the CD player in the hopes of creating a massive distraction, excused myself, and stepped out of the room. Fortunately, the dad from the computer room showed up at that moment to collect his daughter.
“Thanks!” he said to me, gratitude in his eyes. “I’ve got a lead so I’m gonna call them and see if I can get an interview.”
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