Bits and Pieces
Jennifer Palmer
“The WiFi is strong in this one.”
“‘Course it is, Harold, we’re in a library.”
The two balding men sat at an oak table in the library’s rear: one in a tweed overcoat, the other, a sporty blazer.
Harold’s head rotated like an owl to glare at James. “I know—”
The librarian’s emphatic look knocked his volume down a few notches.
“I know,” Harold whispered, “I’m practicing, you see, to connect with the younger demographic. Star Wars is still hip, right?”
James sighed. “Look, I understand that you want to connect with Christopher. But I doubt that quoting Star Wars is going to win over your grandson.”
Harold harrumphed. “Says you.”
***
“Hello, Christopher.” Harold let the newspaper fold in half, making it look as if a smiling Emma Watson was being decap
