Maybe it’s just too much of a burden—running your eyes across the 900s, in town at the library—snagging on one and another one and maybe one more yet. The chance of hitting on the kind to get a person through the night is fairly high, but it’s not guaranteed, there’s still a risk, and if your mother goes sometimes herself, doesn’t mind the hunting part, why not make her do it?

So that’s what my daughter does.

Jul26
Her: I need a book to read!!!
Me: Boy do I ever have one. But you’re not getting it yet. 
Her:❤️
Her: The orange kill book is kinda a dud.

 
Nov2
Her: Got any books for me? ??
Me: Only 2 Time magazines and a New Yorker.
Her: Ok.

You’d think, my little pile of picks, surely we’d both calm down for a while. But nothing in life is for sure.

Nov3
Me: When Paulson stops in this afternoon can you please give him that library book? My turn now.
Her: Which book?
Me: The one you just read. I forget the title. Memoir.
Her: I haven’t finished it yet. Are you desperate?
Me: Oh. Okay. You were asking for another book so I thought— No, it’s okay.
Her: I do need another one. Almost done with this one and I’m losing interest.

Nov29
Her: I need another book!
Me:

 

Her: Do you have it? Are you home today?
Me: Yep! 
Her: 👍

The trouble might be that she’s so blooming busy. All her wheels of cheeses in that cheese cave. All her endless cakes. But no, she sits around. I’ve seen this. I’ve been at her house.

Dec7
Her: Got any new books for me? The running one is dull.
Me: GO TO THE LIBRARY.

Jan10
Her: Any really good books for me?
Me: I doubt it. Go the library!!

I think she just sees in me her handy maidservant. Fine. We could have way worse problems.

A week ago
Her: Do you have any books for me?
Me: Haha yes I have a book but I’m not giving it up.




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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