September 23, 2013:

Grammar school girls, polka dot daypacks, Latina with black hair and chubby faces, rambunctious in the library, whispers turning to giggles turning to can't-hold-it-in bust up laughter, until they go running out the security door howling, past the dry old street lady with wheeled suitcase, who just has to, you can see she has no more control over it than the girls have over their laughter, who just has to make the inevitable Crabby Old Bat remark: "This is a quiet area!" Leaving our author helpless himself, eyes tearing, wondering who elected her Boss of the Fiction Room.