Chapter 9

Once our meal was finished, I turned off the TV and we locked up and left the motel. “Ready for a day of books?” Hollis asked, practically bouncing on his toes as we headed to the SUV.

“I know youare. You’re even more excited than when we were at that culinary thing in Utah.” I sat in the passenger seat and Hollis drove.

“Hey, I love books. You’ve seen how many Gran has in her apartment. My place is just as crowded. It’s a love we both share and something we could always count on to keep us together. I have many fond memories of going to book festivals and reading under the blanket when I should have been asleep.”

“I bet you were a cute kid, all limbs and hair and devil-may-care attitude.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” was his arch response. Was Hollis flirtingwith me? Nah, couldn’t be. We parked a couple of blocks away, and then walked to Powell’s. Oh my gosh, he hadn’t been kidding. It was indeed a “City of Books!”

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