“Whatever I do next will ideally involve more sitting around than sailing and farming allow. I’ve always thought I might like being a librarian.” “A librarian? Really?” It seems incongruous at first, but then it becomes so easy to imagine Charlie shelving books and shushing people. The man can pull off a ridiculous sweater like no one’s business; she can only imagine how well he might wear a dress shirt and cardigan. The mental image has her feeling a little flushed.
