Chapter 3

“Ah, here’s our librarian,” Tom said. “Marilyn, got a minute?”

“Sure,” she said, and sort of waddled over to the piano.

“Marilyn,” Tom said, “this is Noah Webster. He’ll be joining us as of this evening. See if you can find a folder for him now, and you can get him outfitted with robes when you have time.”

“Sure thing, Tom. Pleased to meet you, Noah.”

She went to the shelves, selected a folder, examined its contents, and wrote something on the label. “Okay, Noah,” she said, “this one appears to be up-to-date with the music we’re currently working on, so it’ll be yours. We try to keep the folders in alphabetical order on these shelves.”

“Thanks,” Noah said.

“Follow me,” she said. “I’ll assign you a robe now, before everyone gets here.”