The Littlest Library

by Poppy Alexander

“It’s time to move on,” said Hannah resolutely. “What would Mimi say? ‘Home is where you lay your hat.’

“All the books that matter are still here.

“I was going to leave it until tomorrow, but I didn’t know where to stop,” Jess admitted,

There are so many jobs like this.

“Anyway, it’s not really junk; it’s memories,” she admitted uncomfortably, as the silence stretched out. “I haven’t kept my grandpa’s junk. Doesn’t mean I’m going to forget he existed.”

the copy of Frenchman’s Creek,

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