A LibraryGypsy said, “I smell something ahead that has that aroma of old-style concrete.”
I walked next to her and didn’t see anything at first. But then the building seemed to rise silently out of the ground as we got closer. A low building barely waist high, wider than I could see in the dark. The snuffler trail turned right, so I considered that right might be the shortest way around. “I don’t see any way in,” I said.
Happy said from a ways behind, “Left. That’s the way I went to find the door.”
Gypsy and I turned left and soon Rednose, Happy, and Horace caught up with us.
“That’s odd,” I said. “The windows are all crooked, like the whole building is leaning to the left.”
“The last time I looked in the windows, I saw thousands and thousands of books on shelves. I tried to break a w
