It was deathly quiet.
He soon realized a lot of that was due to the fact that there only appeared to be two people in the whole building—himself and the librarian.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
Her silver hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore her glasses well. They were the black, narrow-framed type that made people look sort of like cats. A shimmering chain of fake pearls hung down from the temple tips resting in the nooks of her ears.
She looked like she had stepped out of a museum exhibit titled “Generic Librarian.”
“I’m just looking,” Owen replied after rubbernecking around the building, not seeing John anywhere.
Her eyebrows dipped below the top of her frames.
“We don’t have any computer games in here.”
The tone in her voice implied that kids these days didn’t come to the lib
