DENVER’S POV
“Are you done with that ma’am?” I asked a woman in her thirties as I pointed to two spare books on her table.
“Yes. I’m done with it.” The woman nodded hardly looking at me from the book she was intensely reading.
I picked up the books and put them into the trolley in front of me then I went on my way.
On the next table, someone had left a book open.
I picked it up and saw a blob of ketchup on it. How had someone even gotten food inside the library?
I shook my head and returned the books to their assigned shelf except for the one with the ketchup stain.
I walked to Mrs Stewart’s desk then I dropped the book.
“I packed all the books that were not being used and put them in their places. All except for this one.” I said.
“What’s wrong with it?” Mrs Stewart asked me op
