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The taco buffet was set up
in the Book Room. You can pretty much guess how this room is decorated. But my
favorite touches are the mahogany rolling library ladders. They’re on the side
walls, which are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves save the doorway to a pocket
room. Just that sound of them, sliding down to explore a new literary time and
place, makes me want to take a day, curl up in one of the armchairs in here,
and get lost. A few of the tables have glass tops encasing replicate manuscript
pages from famous works, and each centerpiece is a stack of miniature notebooks
and a fully stocked pen cup, shaped like an ink well, in case anyone gets
inspired by the worlds around them. Just being in here expands your mind in all
sorts of ways, not the least of which is in compassion and understanding for a
story different from your own, and different from your own assumptions. Little
wonder why Mrs. C chose it for the meeting.
Tonight, the tables were
pushed off-center to make room for the buffet, and the staff were just
finishing bringing out the buffet servers and chafing dishes, full of all the
taco fixings, when the members started to come through the front door. Violet
was standing guard, letting in the members but turning away the few would-be
customers the café gets at six p.m., and explaining Confictura was closed for a
private function. For the inconvenience, she handed out coupons for free café
drinks.
Roscoe, Graham, and I were
the exceptions. Graham and Violet were supposed to go on their first date this
past weekend, but they’d postponed since Violet wanted to be with Mrs. C as
much as possible during the three torturous days of anxiety and waiting. Graham
had agreed immediately to join Roscoe and me tonight in showing our moral
support; plus, I think, since Graham missed out on the date, he wanted to get a
little extra Violet-time in. The three of us would stay quiet and wait in the
front room; that was the plan.
At
least, that was the plan until Nessie galumphed in.
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