cannot thank you enough. I won’t tell anybody that you told me,” Merly assured him and left.
Later, she debated if it was right to confront Mr. Summers directly, but what would she ask? “It could be nothing and I might just be thinking too much into this but what if is something to worry about? Should I keep quiet about it?” she said to herself aloud and paced the bathroom floor.
Merly tried to frame the right question in her mind and be appropriate to ask Mr. Summers. There were questions piling in her mind and she could sense a mild headache rising in the back of her head.
Mr. Summers was absent in class that day, so that implied that Merly would have to go and look for him elsewhere, but she couldn’t delay it anymore. She inquired about him to a few students and teachers, but all said that he was absent that day and probably resting in his quarters.
It was getting near 5:30 p.m. and a day wasted again, Merly thought. She couldn’t sit without doing anything, and who was Nora looking for? she thought. She went back to the library again to see if there was something she missed. She went to the section where the criminology books were placed. If there was something the books knew it, and how Merly wished that they could speak. The books were a speechless and motionless spectator. She shifted to the section where the old magazines and the year books were stored.
She started scrambling through the magazine and tried to look if there was any year book that was left out in the open. Merly saw that there was a thin layer of dust settled on the top shelf of books and from there, one of the books was missing. Could it be a coincidence that Nora had taken it? Or is it my imagination?
It was indeed a yearbook that was missing from the row of books. It was her good fortune and now she could rest all the questions that were bubbling inside her. She tried reaching for the top shelf, but fell short of it. Then climbed up the ladder and reached up to see. She looked closer and saw that there was another book that was missing from the row.
Merly dusted off a layer of grime from the top of a book. Then she took out the first book from where one of the books was missing. It showed the batch of 1972. She flipped through the pictures and didn’t see anyone that she knew of, then she flipped again. She saw nothing. Who was she looking for? She sighed and then turned towards the section where another book was missing. She took out the book on the left, and it was the class of 1966. Hence, she concluded that her friend was looking for someone from the year 1973 and 1967, if Nora did take those books out.
Who was it that Nora knew from 1967 and 1973? Merly stood on a ladder and was puzzled beyond doubt. She saw Mr. Stevenson walking towards her and she had a feeling that he would probably know. After all, he worked in the library for so many years and must have some idea if anyone significant studied during those years.
“Mr. Stevenson, did Nora take the year books of the batch of 1967 and 1973?” she asked.
“I have to check that, but I came by to ask you if you needed something,” he replied.
“I just need to know which books she took with her.” Merly asked.
“I’ll check,” he said and went back again. Merly didn’t stop looking; she searched the entire rack to see if there was something that she missed.
Mr. Stevenson came back and informed Merly that Nora didn’t borrow any books the other day. She looked disappointed; she seemed to be moving away from the answer every time she came near, or someone changed the evidence. “Nora didn’t take them? But two of the year books are missing. Someone must have borrowed them. Can you look for the person who took it?” Merly pleaded.
He went back again and came back with a glum face, then in his usual tone said, “It was your professor, Mr. Summers. He took it, but not on that day. He took it yesterday.”
Merly came down from the ladder and stood there looking
Later, she debated if it was right to confront Mr. Summers directly, but what would she ask? “It could be nothing and I might just be thinking too much into this but what if is something to worry about? Should I keep quiet about it?” she said to herself aloud and paced the bathroom floor.
Merly tried to frame the right question in her mind and be appropriate to ask Mr. Summers. There were questions piling in her mind and she could sense a mild headache rising in the back of her head.
Mr. Summers was absent in class that day, so that implied that Merly would have to go and look for him elsewhere, but she couldn’t delay it anymore. She inquired about him to a few students and teachers, but all said that he was absent that day and probably resting in his quarters.
It was getting near 5:30 p.m. and a day wasted again, Merly thought. She couldn’t sit without doing anything, and who was Nora looking for? she thought. She went back to the library again to see if there was something she missed. She went to the section where the criminology books were placed. If there was something the books knew it, and how Merly wished that they could speak. The books were a speechless and motionless spectator. She shifted to the section where the old magazines and the year books were stored.
She started scrambling through the magazine and tried to look if there was any year book that was left out in the open. Merly saw that there was a thin layer of dust settled on the top shelf of books and from there, one of the books was missing. Could it be a coincidence that Nora had taken it? Or is it my imagination?
It was indeed a yearbook that was missing from the row of books. It was her good fortune and now she could rest all the questions that were bubbling inside her. She tried reaching for the top shelf, but fell short of it. Then climbed up the ladder and reached up to see. She looked closer and saw that there was another book that was missing from the row.
Merly dusted off a layer of grime from the top of a book. Then she took out the first book from where one of the books was missing. It showed the batch of 1972. She flipped through the pictures and didn’t see anyone that she knew of, then she flipped again. She saw nothing. Who was she looking for? She sighed and then turned towards the section where another book was missing. She took out the book on the left, and it was the class of 1966. Hence, she concluded that her friend was looking for someone from the year 1973 and 1967, if Nora did take those books out.
Who was it that Nora knew from 1967 and 1973? Merly stood on a ladder and was puzzled beyond doubt. She saw Mr. Stevenson walking towards her and she had a feeling that he would probably know. After all, he worked in the library for so many years and must have some idea if anyone significant studied during those years.
“Mr. Stevenson, did Nora take the year books of the batch of 1967 and 1973?” she asked.
“I have to check that, but I came by to ask you if you needed something,” he replied.
“I just need to know which books she took with her.” Merly asked.
“I’ll check,” he said and went back again. Merly didn’t stop looking; she searched the entire rack to see if there was something that she missed.
Mr. Stevenson came back and informed Merly that Nora didn’t borrow any books the other day. She looked disappointed; she seemed to be moving away from the answer every time she came near, or someone changed the evidence. “Nora didn’t take them? But two of the year books are missing. Someone must have borrowed them. Can you look for the person who took it?” Merly pleaded.
He went back again and came back with a glum face, then in his usual tone said, “It was your professor, Mr. Summers. He took it, but not on that day. He took it yesterday.”
Merly came down from the ladder and stood there looking
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