Chapter 30: Daughter of JacksonI collected Noah from Keke’s clutches the next day after I finished work and we drove to the Tupelo Public Library, one of our favorite places. Noah returned Iron Man and his other choices, then immediately headed for the graphic novel section, which was right next to the DVD rentals. He would spend his entire time looking at one or the other.
As three o’clock neared, I sat down at a nearby table with a tortuous Faulkner novel that I wasn’t sure should be checked out because I couldn’t foresee myself being able to actually read it. I was dark dim damaged distressedly depressed enough.
Promptly at three, Mrs. Warren, dressed in a light pantsuit and sunglasses, made an appearance.
I stood, as gentlemen do.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Good,” she said quietly.
