During the war, we librarians delivered books to Jewish friends. The Gestapo even shot one of my colleagues.” Shooting a librarian? Wasn’t that like killing a doctor? “They killed Miss Reeder?” “She’d left by then. The Nazis arrested several librarians, including the director of the National Library. We feared Miss Reeder might be next. I was brokenhearted when she left. But saying goodbye is a fact of life. Loss is inevitable.” I was sorry I’d dug out the photos; they’d only made her sad. But then she cupped my cheek gently and said, “Sometimes, though, good things come from change.”
