The cart was filled with books from the book drop. The library assistant wheeled it to the circulation desk and watched the stack teeter.
The second library assistant, Carl, watched Pam and the books. He said, "I saw that movie, the one about Dahmer?"
Pam pulled a few books from the middle of the stack as if playing a giant game of Jenga. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. It had this scene in it where Jeffrey Dahmer starts making noise in the library, like acting out to be funny, and I wondered how many of our patrons are gonna become serial killers," Carl said.
"I could name one or two," Pam said.
"I'm serious," Carl said.
Pam reached for more books from the pile, but they fell on her, crushing her under the weight. She gasped and the weight bore down and pushed the breath from her lungs. Carl watched as the life drifted from Pam's eyes. He waited, seeing the inner light fade to a distinct nothing. Then, per the library handbook, he began collecting the books lest they become haunted by Pam's eternal soul.
"Anyway, it was a good movie," Carl said.