“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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