Penalties For Late Returns

For the crashing sound coming from somewhere in the house, Warwick winces, wondering how he will ever get used to there not being noise. He pauses from packing up what seems to be a never-ending stack of books, still trying to separate Jack’s from his own.

The comic books and graphic novels are a sure thing, as is the stack of poetry anthologies that he bought in a garage sale three years ago and won’t let anybody else touch. But the healthy eating, the fitness books, and the ones on astrolog...