When I walked in, I was surprised to see my mom and Lu at one of the café tables. They had tiny pieces of paper spread in front of them and were deep in conversation. As curious as I was about what they were doing, I decided to leave them be and spend a little time decompressing from the events at the police station by straightening some shelves.
We didn’t have a large poetry selection, but I always made sure we carried a few titles from both popular poets, the current poet laureate, and local writers. When I needed a quiet few minutes, this was a quick and easy section to put to rights, and the satisfaction of seeing orderly books always eased something in me. Fortunately, the shelves were a bit of a mess today, which meant someone had been browsing heavily, and I could see that several
