"Why does he think that returning the books earlier would give him a discount of sorts?" Aaron wondered aloud to himself, squinting and frowning. "What does he take me for, a fool? I run the library, for crying out loud."
Clicking his tongue, he turned the page and noted with slight interest that his favorite pen was running out of ink. Hmm… either he could stock up on the same pen or invest for a filler to keep the same pen. Which would be wiser?
It was currently close to turning ten in the evening and he was still awake sorting out books, late returned ones, and the borrowed ones for the day seated by the counter. Donna sometimes advised him to hire a part-time worker to help but Aaron still was unsure on that idea. He didn't like the thought of a stranger near his books and his prized collection. It made him shiver unpleasantly.
