Tim towed in Rye Bread and my breath did not knock out of me. Yet, I became a bit more breathless than my usual asthmatic self. He looked more tan than usual, it's spring so I'm not surprised. My hair in the top bun slips more quickly as sweat lines my forehead.
"You're here again."
"Yes and with my grandfather," He smiles widely as if he was a child that got caught stealing cookies. Such a heavenly smile, I might say.
"Oh, that's your - Tim and - you?"
He nods his head as Jack walks out with arms ready to head a hug.
"Bro! How have you been? How was California?" So that's where he was. Not that I care.
"It was great and the skating ramps were rad along with the scenery. You work with Library Girl?"
"That's her? I should've known man, I never made the connection."
"Guys, I'm right here," They look away from each other and at me.
"Your brother natters too much about girls, get him to shut up? Go back to work would you? Thanks." I smile a warm sarcastic smile and walk away into the break room. Tim laughs a hearty one as he sees his two grandsons' gobsmacked reaction.
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Words and Meanings
Short StoryA conversation between two students in a library that invest their time into words spilled on a page.
