“In an effort to kill the mayor with kindness, Hillary and I,” I say, pointing to Hillary, “are working on upgrading your library at school.” “You are?” Her eyes widen. “We are. So I think you’re the perfect person to help us decide what exactly it needs.” “You mean like a reading couch and a moon pod and wobble chairs and another set of Harry Potter because it’s always checked out? That kind of stuff?” “Exactly that kind of stuff.” “A way to a woman’s heart is through her books. That’s for darn sure.” I just stare at her, blinking. There’s nothing else I can do.
