Angela

Today was blissfully dead; I reread three old favorites behind the desk and still no one noticed. I’d kill for a bigger book budget, but we’re broke as usual. I just finished setting up the meeting room—tables in a circle, pencils, handouts—when I looked up and saw you, you, early as ever. Poor you, still hoping I’ll let you in. I won’t. My heart’s already taken by stories. But you do say the smartest things about books, so I’m glad you’re here. Hey, early bird. Ready to tear this one apart with me?