They call my name and jockey for position. They tap their feet and lay their heads on their arms, waiting, hoping. They rehearse their lines and prepare for the day their pages will get a breath of fresh air. A resting place on the nighstand doesn't ensure your position in line. They have to be ready on a whim. Does she want nonfiction next? Is it poetry that will soothe her soul? Will she call up an old classic and dust off its pages? What if the hold at the library finally becomes available -- where does that leave us? I have no answers. All I can say to them is: Summer is just around the corner!
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