It was bound to happen. The library police have my number. I’m being fined for an overdue book. I’m convinced they’re trying to bankrupt me, pennies at a time.
It’s not my fault. The book is something like eleven hundred pages long. Plus, I have so many things to do this summer. Rhubarb festivals…. ah…. things like that.
Meanwhile, Ginny checked out another “must read” for me and, defiant to the end, I’m going to start reading it.