20. Looking for Help in All the Wrong Places
Ben
The Prospero Public Library was on the edge of town, about as close to getting out as you could go without leaving the city limits. I didn’t know if he had gotten my message, or if he would be able to interpret it if he had, but I had a feeling that I was worrying about nothing.
He would show. He couldn’t keep himself away.
I continued pacing the library’s aisle on manufacturing and building books, occasionally pulling one from the shelf and flipping through it. I’d taken to woodworking quite a bit in the last couple of weeks with Mr. Finn. Considering that I would probably never leave Prospero, maybe I had a future to look forward to in carpentry, assuming, of course, I had a future.
Footsteps nearby. I slipped the book I’d been lookin
