Gavin got a full-time job in 1990 and rented a tiny basement apartment on Rosemary Street, a few blocks from the public library over at Boundary and Franklin, and a few more blocks down Hillsborough Street to campus and Davis Library, which, in 1990, still felt new. Gavin found himself missing Wilson, the old main library, now rebuilt as Special Collections. But it was just as well; if he didn’t go into Wilson, maybe the Raoul-memories wouldn’t find him.
Gavin walked past the public library every day as he went to and from work, and while he didn’t ignore his mother (who, he was sure, would work there for the rest of her life), having lunch together once a week was pushing their truce. When the new public library building opened in 1994, down at the corner of Estes and Franklin, he felt a
