The theater is a mirage of color and motion and sound, swimming with heat. Ladies gently flap fans at their necks, while the gentlemen pose stoically with their arms at their sides and glisten.
Bookends
Mine is not the story of the little girl who embarked on her lifelong love affair with books whilst blissfully rambling through her local public library. I never begged to go to the library; I usually begged to go home.