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.