All of us that work in the old Library on Fremont Street

and those of us that knew how to get our keys to open the old and uncooperative locks

and the few of us who knew which books were truly old and not aged by careless hands just by how they stood in their places on the shelves

knew that  when Lorelle Coldman took a book down went to read it at her favorite table at the end of the hall ( where nobody sat because the light wasn’t very good back there )

that sometimes she got lost in her book and we would have to go and get her at closing time.

Last night at closing she got lost in a book and my co-worker Flora went to find her and found that not only was  Lorelle lost in her book- Flora was lost too.

I thought I could hear them calling to me when I opened the doors this morning- but to be honest- I didn’t go and check to see if they were still lost in the book Lorelle had been reading.

There are voracious readers- as we know- and sometimes there are very voracious books just waiting to be fed- I mean

read.

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