Chapter Fifteen
The Maplewood Town Public Library was a s**t hole. But at least it had windows and occasionally, some people.
Leon was the head librarian in this s**t hole, an ancient, smelly decaying building in a rural, decaying county where the largest business was opioid street sales to teenagers. Leon’s library was the only sign of intelligence in a county filled with poverty and despair, where most kids didn’t graduate from high school and those who did escaped and never returned.
He actually loved the library, with its musty smell and regular clientele of homeless and desperate characters who needed a place to escape the rain and lay their heads for a few moments of troubled sleep, even though the rules didn’t allow it. Leon would only wake them when they snored or talked in thei
