I had desk duty at the library on Monday. It

was the most boring part of my job, and I

usually had a crossword puzzle to work on when no

one was looking, or a magazine tucked into a partly

closed drawer. Today it was a magazine. I was reading

covertly, and keeping an eye on the closed door behind

which Mr. Berg sat, when two patrons got into a

garrulous dispute. Mr. Berg had opened his door at the

first sound of the loud voices, and now he walked

across the room, his heels clicking on the linoleum.


Paraphrases from the novel The Dive from Clausen’s Pier by Ann Packer.