Epilogue
Mr McTaggart made it into the Squeak (the local newspaper), but not how he imagined. Mowed down by children is not something anyone would want to be famous for. McTaggart retired; one meeting with the other councillors was enough to convince him.
The pop-up library was never spoken of again, and the paperwork for the closure of the library was, thanks to Bill, taken from the pending tray and shredded. A meeting was held, and Bill, with a convincing “disabled access” argument, won the day.
“The chances of a wheelchair user using the gents in the community centre is as plausible as McTaggart singing nursery rhymes in the school,” he said, swinging any undecided.
Bill’s mother took one look at Beatrice’s video and resurrected into the force he loved so much. She, a die-hard spoon
