The first item on the list was dusting the shelves in the East library so I folded the note and stuffed it between my chest wrapping and my bare skin just above my heart.
"Call me sentimental"
I grabbed the dusting rod, rags, and a water bucket and headed over to the library.
It was a beautiful room with high ceilings and exposed beams through it. Shelves along most of the walls filled with books and a reading place in the center with multiple seating choices.
I kept trying to listen for Mr. Adams far away in the kitchen. Trying to get just a little of what he was saying when a buzzing started. Light at first then suddenly very loud.
"Ahhhhhh"
A train was passing and my acute hearing was taking an assault. My head felt like it would rip open. I covered my ears with my hands and crouc
