I still didn't like her though.   
There was just something about her that
rubbed me the wrong way, and I couldn't
quite put my finger on it, but that    
didn’t mean I couldn’t sympathize with 
her a little, except today.            
     “Listen you fucking Brat. If you  
don't want to be at my house this      
Friday to see this talking Cat for     
yourself, then don't come. I don't care
either way. As a matter of fact, I'd   
like it very much if you didn't fucking
show up at all,” I said, before I real-
ized I was shouting.                   
     The head librarian was already on 
her way.                               
     Oh shit, here we go, I thought.   
     She didn't want to have to tell us
again to keep it down.                 
     “I don't know why you don't res-  
* erve one of our meeting rooms? You're    
here every fourth Sunday anyway, and we
always have a room free then. It won't 
cost you a thing, and I can always keep
it open for you. As a matter of fact,  
why don't you go use one right now, and
then you can scream and holler all you 
want, and I won't have to ask you to   
leave.”                                
     We’d never thought of that and    
thanked her. By the time we got done   
pilling into that big empty room with  
only four people, I’d calmed down a    
lot.                                   
     On the way, while Rhonda and the  
Librarian were talking, Pee Wee caught 
up with me.                            
     “What's wrong with you? That was  
uncalled for, and you know it.”        



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