One place to go which, when I asked permission, they would say “Yes,” like an a cappella street-corner doo-wop duo. As I have said, I loved the library, but the feeling was not reciprocated, at least not by the librarian, Mr. Pennington. “May I have the key to the men’s room, please?”Mr. Pennington, public servant that he was, could not utter the words that his facial tics suggested were at his lips. Instead, silently, he would retrieve the men’s room key from his desk drawer and hand it to me. Those Saturday afternoons it was not uncommon for us, Mr. Pennington and me, to be the only occupants in the library.

Source: Daily Sun March 20, 2023 02:38 UTC