Well, wasn’t he cute up close and didn’t he smell good, and didn’t he have a cute trace of an Irish accent. His dimples popped out as he smiled at me, and I replied, “I’m not sure. I haven’t read it yet.”
“Do you read often,” he countered, obviously probing. Any blonde standing in the history aisle must be out of place, you know.
“I read every day.” It was something to be proud of, that I had more books than the library. A girl who didn’t even graduate high school had more books than the library. My school career was cut short by the unexpected trip to Mexico when I was fifteen.