Marcie Taylor had on a black blazer and black pants. The shirt under the blazer was virgin white and showed just enough neck under a choker with a small cameo. She carried a book in her hand and smiled at me as she walked up to the desk.
"Hey, Evan," she said. Her voice was breathy and low.
"Hey, Marcie. You look nice today."
"Thanks, my dad died. Just came from the funeral."
"Jesus, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, but he was in the hospital for a while. Not like we didn't expect the old bastard to drop at a moment's notice."
A small lady with pencils stuck in her eyes staggered her way to the circulation desk. Grace Clark smiled and Marcie backed away from her. "I'm sorry to overhear, dear. Did I hear you say your father passed?"
"Yes, ma'am." Marci's voice became higher and she looked at me. I shrugged.
"Do you mind if I ask… how did he die?"
"He got electrocuted by an iced tea maker."
"That's horrible," Grace said. "Making tea with a machine." She turned and walked away.
"Oh my god." Marci's eyes were wide and the pale color of robin's eggs.
I lowered my voice. "Doctor's say they can take out the pencils out but do you know what she said?"
"'What pencils?' Enough to drive you crazy."
Marci's face went blank and tired for a moment before reversing direction and becoming bright. "So anyway, dad had a lot of shit and this book was there."
I took the book from Marcie and she smiled at me. The cover of the book: "Idiot's Guide to Iced Tea." Marcie said goodbye and left the library.
"Evil goddamn books," Jacob said from behind me. "Convinced a man to ruin a perfectly good pitcher of tea."