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Back at grandpa's house, the housekeeper was eyeing me suspiciously.
"I'm here to read some literature on the project I'm working on with Prof. Bedwen. He is too busy, but I'm sure he'll be OK when I ask him at dinner."
The housekeeper just stared at me, probably amazed at my chutzpah. I stared back at her, calmly. I was invited for dinner at this house after all (this time). What harm could it possibly make to come read some books in my supervisor's library? I'm sure he doesn't hold anything too valuable anywhere that can be accessed without his explicit permission.
She seemed to think the same thing, because she escorted me to the library, showing me which bookshelves were available to guests (that was easy — the ones that weren't locked).
It's not like my grandfather's personal l
