Tuesday

Hey! Where's yur new books!?

Well, fiction is upstairs, non fiction is right here...

No! I gotta read the letters first!!

...Letters?

From the prison! The letters! Where!?

You can sit right there to read them and whenever you're ready I'll be right here and I can help you find whatever you need.

Fuckin' Punks! (Incoherent verbal attacks bottle-necked by the closing of a glass door, which nearly shattered when she opened it)