As I was checking out the books, a young woman who worked behind the counter said, “You’re a friend of Greta.”
The thought crossed my mind; she must be the student that informed Greta about my checking out “Tea and Sympathy”.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Terry. I know your name from your library card,” she said.
“Would you like to get some coffee and talk for a few minutes when you get off?” I asked.
“We close in five minutes,” she responded.
“I’ll meet you outside,” I said
I stood on the steps of the library and waited for her. She came out right on time. She directed me to a coffee house on campus. It was a few blocks away. It was a very cold night, but I enjoyed the walk. Terry told me that she was getting her master‘s degree in Library Science. When we arrived at the coff
