"Good afternoon Mr.Peters," the old librarian woman looked at him weird. Stanley Peters was a permanent visitor to Hudson Park Library at 66 Leroy street, NYC. Every Monday exactly at noon he used to come there and stay until closing at 6p.m. Stanley was an average man, someone who you wouldn't notice in a crowd who waits for green traffic light in Park Avenue, or someone who look like perfect family man, though he was't ugly. He looked more like high school nerd.
"Good afternoon Mrs.Bernard," he answered as he took off his glasses and put them in a pocket of his suit.
"Here is my library card but, as usual, I will stay here to read. I don't have too much time at home. You know, my wife is angry at me sometimes. She said that I read unnecessary things and it's better if I take care about my job and our kid," he took out the library card out of the pocket. Mrs.Bernard took the card and wrote her usual data. She already new Stanley's card number as he visited them so often but she didn't want to look rude or weird.
"What is going to be this time Mr.Stanley?" she tried to break unpleasantness of his life story.
"I don't know, Mrs.Bernard. Last time I read Stephen King, Night Shift and I enjoyed. He is such a great writer. He scared hell out of me with that book," Stanley looked all excited while he talked about it. He tried with both hands and legs to explain to Mrs.Bernard the most interesting parts in a book. She looked at him, and if she wasn't sure before, now she knew how weird he is. The sound of his voice became louder and louder and when she couldn't listen it anymore she interrupted him gently.
"Mr.Peters, please, we are in public library and we require silence. I know what happened in Night Shift, I read it already," she took his hand and tried to make him calm. He stopped when he realized that his behavior crossed the borders and rules of the library.
"There you go. Are you alright now? Do you need any help from me?" Mrs.Bernard stood up from her chair.
"I'm fine, thank you," he tried to calm, "I will just go now and read something." Stanley took out the glasses from the pocket and made his way to the center of the library.
"Mr.Peters," Mrs.Bernard called him back.
"Yes, Mrs.Bernard?"
"We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones," she said. "Enjoy your reading."
He didn't understand what she tried to say. As he continued to walk he knew that hundreds of books waited to be read.
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