“Pardon me,” he asks.
She faces him surprised.
“Are you a librarian dressed up for the centennial?”
“You can see me?”
He nods. “I need to return an overdue book. I had covid.”
“Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay, I’m better now.”
“I thought the same, in 1918.”
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