gently. “I’m sorry, Cassie, but you hurt so bad when you
found out she hadn’t died until after your second dream. You gave
yourself hell for not telling the police the first night. I don’t
want to see you put yourself through that again. Call him or send
him a note. Just do something.”
Swiping at her eyes, Cassie nodded. “You’re
right. I hate the thought of a stranger thinking I’m a kook.”
“But at least he won’t be dead.” Tula leaned
forward. Amber eyes held Cassie in a steady gaze. “You know, my
friend, you have a responsibility. Those who dream must act or
accept the blame for not acting. When gifts are given, we’re
obliged to use them well. Even your religion teaches that.”
Cassie pulled an embroidered handkerchief
from her pocket, dabbed at her eyes, and blew her nose. “Oh Tula,
don’t start quoting the Bible at me. You don’t believe in it.”
“It isn’t a matter of whether I’m a believer
or not. It’s a holy book and holds many truths, although I’ll admit
it has a few untruths as well.” She gave Cassie a wicked grin.
“Yeah, take what you want and toss the rest.”
She grinned back at Tula as she shoved the wadded handkerchief into
her pocket. Her face grew solemn again. “I guess you’re right about
the responsibility. I have these dreams for a reason. I just wish
someone else had them... Ian McLeod maybe. After all, they’re about
him. He and his rabbit have no business messing up my life.”
“Well, once you’ve warned him, you should be
in the clear, and the dreams will probably go away.”
“I hope so. All right, I’ll send him a note.
Thanks for letting me vent on you.”
“Hey what are friends for? Just be sure you
come Friday.”
“No fear, I have to meet your new man.”
Cassie grinned, and Tula swept off to greet a customer standing by
the entrance.
After finishing her lunch, Cassie hurried
back to work. On her break that afternoon she penned a quick note
with a warning to Ian McLeod on a page from a three by five pad and
got it in the mailbox just before the mail carrier arrived. She
breathed a deep sigh and mentally said good-bye to him and his
rabid rabbit.
Rabid rabbit? Not bad. She would have to
think up something for Jimmy Wilson that used those words. Keeping
even one step ahead of the kids these days grew harder and harder.
Between computer and video games, they knew technology better than
most adults. She just wished they would read a few books too. She
had managed to interest some of the game players in a few of the
mythology books. Of course, almost all of them had read the Harry
Potter series or seen the movies. Then there were all those Greek
heroes and Scandinavian gods.
In a happier frame of mind, Cassie returned
to take her stint on the main Reference Desk located on the lower
level of the library. The desk sat at the far end of the room with
several tall ranges of shelves adjacent to it that held the bulk of
the ready reference collection. The floor-to-ceiling shelves lining
both sides of the long rectangular room held other books and
printed indexes.
More and more, the library used online
databases. Two long tables in front of the reference desk provided
space for readers using the reference collection and workstations
for accessing electronic reference tools. Only one workstation was
in use.
Cassie sat down at the reference desk and
checked to see if Kelly Jones had left any unanswered questions.
She hadn’t, but the usual pile of search requests filled the box.
Still, she hoped to check out the Roget entry for rabid. She
got up from the desk and started toward the reference shelves when
a middle-aged man approached.
“I’m not much for these machines here,” he
said, pointing to the computer workstations. “I need some data on a
company, Innovative Fixtures. Does the library have anything?”
“We have a number of business publications
and a few financial databases. What sort of data do you need?”
“Um, I guess
found out she hadn’t died until after your second dream. You gave
yourself hell for not telling the police the first night. I don’t
want to see you put yourself through that again. Call him or send
him a note. Just do something.”
Swiping at her eyes, Cassie nodded. “You’re
right. I hate the thought of a stranger thinking I’m a kook.”
“But at least he won’t be dead.” Tula leaned
forward. Amber eyes held Cassie in a steady gaze. “You know, my
friend, you have a responsibility. Those who dream must act or
accept the blame for not acting. When gifts are given, we’re
obliged to use them well. Even your religion teaches that.”
Cassie pulled an embroidered handkerchief
from her pocket, dabbed at her eyes, and blew her nose. “Oh Tula,
don’t start quoting the Bible at me. You don’t believe in it.”
“It isn’t a matter of whether I’m a believer
or not. It’s a holy book and holds many truths, although I’ll admit
it has a few untruths as well.” She gave Cassie a wicked grin.
“Yeah, take what you want and toss the rest.”
She grinned back at Tula as she shoved the wadded handkerchief into
her pocket. Her face grew solemn again. “I guess you’re right about
the responsibility. I have these dreams for a reason. I just wish
someone else had them... Ian McLeod maybe. After all, they’re about
him. He and his rabbit have no business messing up my life.”
“Well, once you’ve warned him, you should be
in the clear, and the dreams will probably go away.”
“I hope so. All right, I’ll send him a note.
Thanks for letting me vent on you.”
“Hey what are friends for? Just be sure you
come Friday.”
“No fear, I have to meet your new man.”
Cassie grinned, and Tula swept off to greet a customer standing by
the entrance.
After finishing her lunch, Cassie hurried
back to work. On her break that afternoon she penned a quick note
with a warning to Ian McLeod on a page from a three by five pad and
got it in the mailbox just before the mail carrier arrived. She
breathed a deep sigh and mentally said good-bye to him and his
rabid rabbit.
Rabid rabbit? Not bad. She would have to
think up something for Jimmy Wilson that used those words. Keeping
even one step ahead of the kids these days grew harder and harder.
Between computer and video games, they knew technology better than
most adults. She just wished they would read a few books too. She
had managed to interest some of the game players in a few of the
mythology books. Of course, almost all of them had read the Harry
Potter series or seen the movies. Then there were all those Greek
heroes and Scandinavian gods.
In a happier frame of mind, Cassie returned
to take her stint on the main Reference Desk located on the lower
level of the library. The desk sat at the far end of the room with
several tall ranges of shelves adjacent to it that held the bulk of
the ready reference collection. The floor-to-ceiling shelves lining
both sides of the long rectangular room held other books and
printed indexes.
More and more, the library used online
databases. Two long tables in front of the reference desk provided
space for readers using the reference collection and workstations
for accessing electronic reference tools. Only one workstation was
in use.
Cassie sat down at the reference desk and
checked to see if Kelly Jones had left any unanswered questions.
She hadn’t, but the usual pile of search requests filled the box.
Still, she hoped to check out the Roget entry for rabid. She
got up from the desk and started toward the reference shelves when
a middle-aged man approached.
“I’m not much for these machines here,” he
said, pointing to the computer workstations. “I need some data on a
company, Innovative Fixtures. Does the library have anything?”
“We have a number of business publications
and a few financial databases. What sort of data do you need?”
“Um, I guess
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