children. You wouldn’t be trying to teach them to read. You’d be motivating them to want to learn to read. It would be wonderful to have a male role model since all of the readers are women.”
“Do you have some sort of training or do you just throw me into the alligator tank?”
Peggy laughed. “The training process is simple. I’ll even share techniques on how to make the stories come alive. You would need to commit to at least two hours per week for six months. A background check, fingerprinting, and TB test is required and provided by the library.”
“Two hours doesn’t seem like much.”
“Each reading is thirty minutes, so it’s not too much of a commitment.”
“Count me in.” Cedric was excited about the chance to be involved. “I’d love to be a part of it.”
“Fantastic! I’m Peggy, by the way. Peggy Fleming.”
“Cedric Johnson. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too!” She pointed to the paper again. “Just go to this website here and fill out the online application and we’ll be in touch soon. Training for new volunteers is required, and we could start that next week, if you’d like.”
“I don’t think it’ll be a problem. While I’m here, can you tell me if you have books on positivity or gratitude?
“Absolutely! We even have some on meditation and yoga. In fact, I’m part of a meditation group if you’d like to join us sometime.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, wondering how difficult it was for Lady Red Bull to meditate. “And the books?”
“Oh, of course.” She pointed to a row of books. “You can find them over there in our nonfiction section. I’ll send someone over there to help you, if you’d like.”
“That sounds great, thank you.”
“Thank you. I’m here if you need anything else.”
Cedric wandered over to nonfiction and browsed through books from Deepak Chopra, Eckhart Tolle, and the Dalai Lama. All of the Chicken Soup books were there. A bright green book caught his eye.
He leaned in to grab it and heard a female voice. “Probably not the best choice.”
Cedric felt a chill run through his body. He had memorized that angelic voice; it was tattooed on his brain.
Ellie.
He turned around. “Why is that?”
Judging by the dazed look on her face, she was obviously surprised to see him too. “Oh … Cedric.”
“In the flesh … Ellie.”
They engaged in an impromptu staring contest, not a word spoken, but Cedric lost when he blinked after his eyes started to burn. “So …”
“So …”
“What would you recommend for me?”
Ellie squished her eyebrows together. “What would I recommend for you?”
“Yeah.” He held up the book. “You said this was not a good choice.”
“Oh! Right. There are much better options.” She giggled. “Besides, you probably only picked it because of the color.”
Cedric stood there a moment, in awe of the woman who knew him so well. “You are so wrong,” he lied.
She smirked. “Is that right?”
“I picked it because of the font. Times New Roman is like an aphrodisiac to me.” He pretended to loosen his collar. “Is it hot in here?”
“Did you follow me?”
“I was getting ready to ask you the same thing.”
“Yeah, but, I was here first. Unless you think I anticipated you coming here, quickly applied for a job, was hired, and waited until you showed up.”
Cedric laughed. “You … are very cool.”
He saw Ellie blush, which made her even more beautiful. Her eyes had some type of a force field that sucked him in.
My name is Cedric and I will be your love slave. Take me, I’m yours.
“Let me know when you’re back with me here. I can wait.”
“Coffee,” Cedric blurted out.
“Pardon me?”
“Coffee is good.”
God. His attempt at asking her out was pathetic.
She had a certain look on her face. How would you describe it? Like someone who was at a museum looking at a painting and trying to figure out what the hell it was. Either
“Do you have some sort of training or do you just throw me into the alligator tank?”
Peggy laughed. “The training process is simple. I’ll even share techniques on how to make the stories come alive. You would need to commit to at least two hours per week for six months. A background check, fingerprinting, and TB test is required and provided by the library.”
“Two hours doesn’t seem like much.”
“Each reading is thirty minutes, so it’s not too much of a commitment.”
“Count me in.” Cedric was excited about the chance to be involved. “I’d love to be a part of it.”
“Fantastic! I’m Peggy, by the way. Peggy Fleming.”
“Cedric Johnson. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too!” She pointed to the paper again. “Just go to this website here and fill out the online application and we’ll be in touch soon. Training for new volunteers is required, and we could start that next week, if you’d like.”
“I don’t think it’ll be a problem. While I’m here, can you tell me if you have books on positivity or gratitude?
“Absolutely! We even have some on meditation and yoga. In fact, I’m part of a meditation group if you’d like to join us sometime.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, wondering how difficult it was for Lady Red Bull to meditate. “And the books?”
“Oh, of course.” She pointed to a row of books. “You can find them over there in our nonfiction section. I’ll send someone over there to help you, if you’d like.”
“That sounds great, thank you.”
“Thank you. I’m here if you need anything else.”
Cedric wandered over to nonfiction and browsed through books from Deepak Chopra, Eckhart Tolle, and the Dalai Lama. All of the Chicken Soup books were there. A bright green book caught his eye.
He leaned in to grab it and heard a female voice. “Probably not the best choice.”
Cedric felt a chill run through his body. He had memorized that angelic voice; it was tattooed on his brain.
Ellie.
He turned around. “Why is that?”
Judging by the dazed look on her face, she was obviously surprised to see him too. “Oh … Cedric.”
“In the flesh … Ellie.”
They engaged in an impromptu staring contest, not a word spoken, but Cedric lost when he blinked after his eyes started to burn. “So …”
“So …”
“What would you recommend for me?”
Ellie squished her eyebrows together. “What would I recommend for you?”
“Yeah.” He held up the book. “You said this was not a good choice.”
“Oh! Right. There are much better options.” She giggled. “Besides, you probably only picked it because of the color.”
Cedric stood there a moment, in awe of the woman who knew him so well. “You are so wrong,” he lied.
She smirked. “Is that right?”
“I picked it because of the font. Times New Roman is like an aphrodisiac to me.” He pretended to loosen his collar. “Is it hot in here?”
“Did you follow me?”
“I was getting ready to ask you the same thing.”
“Yeah, but, I was here first. Unless you think I anticipated you coming here, quickly applied for a job, was hired, and waited until you showed up.”
Cedric laughed. “You … are very cool.”
He saw Ellie blush, which made her even more beautiful. Her eyes had some type of a force field that sucked him in.
My name is Cedric and I will be your love slave. Take me, I’m yours.
“Let me know when you’re back with me here. I can wait.”
“Coffee,” Cedric blurted out.
“Pardon me?”
“Coffee is good.”
God. His attempt at asking her out was pathetic.
She had a certain look on her face. How would you describe it? Like someone who was at a museum looking at a painting and trying to figure out what the hell it was. Either
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