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It didn’t take long. After she had emptied the cart, she wheeled it back over to the service elevator where another cart was waiting, but it had only half a load, large format photography books of the coffee-table variety. She considered letting Charlie know where she was but decided against it. He was happy with his pile of poetry books and didn’t seem interested in moving. If he needed her, he’d find her. And the library was quiet this evening, so no one was likely to come across him and start asking him questions.
The oversized book collection was the quietest section of the non-fiction area. Very few people took out these books, which were heavy and filled with specialized matter. The librarians often let these books pile up on a cart for a few weeks before returning them to the sh
