A children’s book, loitering innocently on the B shelf when it clearly should have been neatly tucked away down on shelf M.
And that single act of alphabetic depravity was all it took…
The librarian grabbed an armful of books and cleared shelves off one by one, squealing with glee as the library carpet deteriorated into one big, colorful mess.
She had just started her sixteenth tour of duty at one of the most inhospitable middle schools in the state. And if those awful little humans couldn’t be bothered to respect her and her dominion, well then, neither would she.
The Weekday One Hundred 