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I was still looking for the books, but I didn't

Nov. 6, 2017 by Catherine Pope

I was still looking for the books, but I didn't have the courage to leave my apartment. I turned the corner and pulled a phone out of my pocket, but I found myself in the kitchen. A few minutes later, I heard the phone ring off.

"Hi," I said. "Do you have anything you could be up to?"

The voice was gentle. "Not much." He looked up at me with a wide smile. "I don't know. I'm just here to find it." His expression, now slightly grim, is no more dramatic.

Then he smiled again. "I'm sorry," he said. His lips parted, and the soft, soft flesh of his chest was hard and wet. "I'm sorry for what happened."

In retrospect, a few weeks later, I'm more than glad to have found something to say.

"It was nice to see your books back," said one of the men who'd been at the front of Barzun's collection.

The man I'd met recently began reading, and soon I was able to connect with one of his most famous friends. He was also a good friend and, after all, my closest friend and a great friend. As Barzun's friend, I also found this guy's name.

"He's a former astronaut and a member of NASA's science team," this guy was telling me over the phone.

"Thank you," I replied. "He had a great time."

"Thanks, too," he said softly.

"I'll be here for a while to sort everything out. We'll get to him soon."

After a few more calls to my friends, he said, "This has been great, but we can't do anything until you've left."