Chapter Twenty-One
The Library
Scaring children requires the absences of mobiles.
Steven was in the library the next day when Mum burst through the doors driving her wheelchair like a Roman chariot.
The library was empty apart from a robust-looking elderly gent browsing the free newspapers, a small woman hidden behind the mysteries shelf, and a young mother trying to control her toddler hell-bent on touching everything in sight.
“It’s not Monday,” said Steven without looking up.
Mum, ignoring Steven, circled the room like she was on parade, despite the lack of audience.
“This place will close over my dead body,” she shouted.
“That could be arranged,” laughed the elderly man.
“It’s under attack,” Mum said.
“Pfff,” muttered a small voice from behind a James Patterson.
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