As I walked back through Belview Park, I felt my cellphone vibrate. I sat on a bench and read this text message:
Hope all is well. Could we meet @ Homegrown Hamilton café on King William St., 11 am tomorrow? Mutual co-operation can only be beneficial!
Well, I didn’t know anyone else at the Hamilton Public Library, so HPL must be that librarian, Meghan. “Hope all is well.” Did this mean she was thinking about me, even worried about my well-being? She should be. Even though she’d been snarky and officious, I’d decoyed – heroically decoyed, I might add – the Resurrection Church creeps away from her and made off with a book she claimed to hate. I texted back, See you there.
TONIGHT, HOWEVER, to make sure that the Resurrection Church stayed away from me and anyone I cared about, I decided t
