Chapter 4

I find the book and we return to my desk, where I issue him a library card—Simon Mandelberg, age forty-one—and show him how to check out the book.

As soon as the book is in his hand, the color disappears from his face. When it’s checked out, he clutches it to his chest like a first-grader nervous about the first day of school.

“You know how I told you I’d protect you against evil books?”

He nods.

“That one isn’t one of them. I wouldn’t have picked it for you if it had been.” It’s a silly thing to say to a grown man but being silly distracted him before so I’m hoping it’ll work again.

“You promise?”

I nod. “I do. May I make a suggestion?”

“Yeah?”

I hurry to grab the tote bag I keep in one of the desk drawers, one I use for books I borrow. Gently, I wiggle the book out of Manne’s iron grip, put it into the tote, and hand it to him, hoping that “out of sight, out of mind” will calm him.