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According to the woman who’d called me, my mom had been gone for over two weeks before the kids had been scooped up and placed in foster care.
“She left them alone. She walked away from her own children. So, yeah. A five-dollar Frisbee might not mean much to you, but it means a lot to Noodle—a kid whose name you may not think is macho enough, but who’s doing the best he can with the hand he’s been dealt. I can always buy another one to replace it, and I will, but I literally stole a library book from work today to help us get by. That’s what I’m dealing with. That’s what five dollars means to me.”
“And before you go tattling to the library, I found the book abandoned in the basement, so it’s not like anyone is going to miss it. Someone had taken pains to hide it decades ago—probably along with copies of To Kill a Mockingbird and The Color Purple. You know how uptight a town like this can get.”
longer. Now that the basement was cleared, it was back to my usual not-quite-a-librarian status. Half a degree wasn’t enough to land me the real position. Eighteen bucks an hour and a decent healthcare package were about all I could ask for.
“People always think it’s the vain city-dwelling men who are the most arrogant and self-involved, but they’re wrong,”

