”The Library Lady and my mother shared a look, but neither of them told me I couldn’t take home the book.The last books were, A Farewell to Arms, ...y Ernest HemingwayThe Grapes of Wrath, by John SteinbeckThe Art of Happiness, by the Dalai Lama, andCivilization and its Discontents, by Sigmund Freud.“That should keep you busy for quite a while, shouldn’t it?” the employee said while stamping my card and the books.I decided against telling her it would take me a single day to read them all. I got a. There were still so much that she wanted to do before then.The two of them had parted as friends, but Michelle knew that it was a friendship that would quickly wither on the vine. A mutual friend had already told her that Kevin was seeing someone else and it was already becoming serious."I guess that old song on the radio is true," she mused as she drained her cup. "The one about the clean-up woman."Michelle's lament was interrupted by a comment made by an older woman in the booth across from. "So what happens now?" I asked.He handed me a flyer. "Next Friday. The Screech Owl Gallery. I talked Fred into giving me a show. We'll see who likes my shit."There was the usual Screech Owl crowd. Plus some new people. "From the Village Void," Fred told me. "Art reviewers. Keep your fingers crossed." Sure enough. The Village Void raved about Vlad's work. The next time I dropped in to see Vlad, he was hard at work at an enormous dog turd. Must have been ten feet high. "What's the deal?" I asked. "'Actually, YOU decided that, ' Allison thought. Instead, she said, "OK, so we find someone else for you then."Brianna's eyes narrowed. "Is this what you were doing the other day? Trying to hook me up with Chris?" No, I wasn't trying to hook you up with him, though it wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?"Brianna gasped. "I can't do a casual hookup! I-I'm not wired that way. I would need to actually FEEL something for the guy first." So you would be open to being together with a guy if you had.