“Um, excuse me, can you tell me where Mr. Banned is?”
The kid looked small in his suit as he stood in front of me at the circulation desk.
“You found him,” I said.
He extended his hand and I took it.
“Hi, Mr. Banned. My name’s Darling, Darling McCraw. I got sent over her by Mr. Rosser at the school. Said you might have a position available.”
“Hell of a name,” I said, “Yeah, we have a position open. Children’s librarian. You graduated?”
“I’ll have my diploma by Christmas. Mr. Rosser said you might consider me anyway, due to my experience and all.”
He handed me his resume. I looked it over. Kid had experience, all right. Worked at his library back home in Gulfport during high school, went to the university for an undergrad in history, graduated with honors. Spent a couple of years slinging food at a couple prestigious restaurants in Jackson, then came down to get his master’s at the Banned County Polytechnic and Library School. With the recommendation of my old professor Simon Rosser, I almost wanted to hire him on the spot. But I already had the children’s position in mind for
. Still... We were also in need of a reference librarian and I could spare a salary of someone just starting out.
“I’ll add it with the others. Put a gold star on it, too,” I said, “How is old Rosser?”
“Thank you so much, sir. He’s good, for Rosser.”
“He still carry that .45 whereever he goes?”
“And makes out the check for the liquor store at the end of every day.”
“That would be him. He give you his advice for working?”
“Always poop on the clock. They can’t deprive you of it or count it as a break.”
We both laughed. The kid had an ear for voices, sounding just like Rosser. Yeah, Darling McCraw could work out just fine.
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