A mentor in a leather wrapper
The books in the closet that stood in the corner of the room near the desk where Cal had spent the last hour and a half or so, carefully putting the pages back in their proper places with duct tape and a keen eye, welcomed a new neighbor who took the most honorable place among all the books, even though he wasn"t a book. Usually only those books that had been read went into the bookcase, not to say that it was an unspoken law, but the previous 93 manuscripts were on the shelves only after they had been read.
What made Cal, who had read only a few pages, and not much was written on them, go against his own rule? After all, Cal was a man who did not deviate from his beliefs, principles and rules. Except for the unprecedented, the dangerous, or the cases in whi
