For Mother’s Day 2019, my husband built a Little Free Library for me and set it up across the street. (If you aren’t familiar with Little Free Libraries, they are free book exchanges.)
Yesterday, my husband and I were in the living room when a car pulled up across the street. A young couple got out and went to the Little Free Library. They spent a looooooong time there.
I should back up and say that my Little Free Library has a romance novel problem. A group of locals uses my library as their exchange place — and those fat well-worn romance novels take up too much space. I limit the romance novels to one half of one shelf which means that I must regularly remove some just so I have room for other books.
Back to the couple at the library — I really wasn’t staring at them the whole time, but would occasionally check to see if they were still there.
I saw her take a romance novel. I whispered a little thank you.
He took books off the shelf, leafed through them, and put them back.
Finally he selected a book — a history of the Boston Red Sox that had been there a while..
The two walked to their car and I thought they were done, but then I saw them walking back with different books in their hands.
She marched over and placed a new romance novel in the right spot. I sighed.
He paused between the car and library. He held his book out and looking at it. I watched him pull it close to his chest in a tender embrace, then lift it to his lips and kiss the cover before placing it in the library.
(As I was telling Mary this story, she said, “Ewww…… COVID.” Yes, I suppose, but there’s hand-sanitizer in the library and I can wipe down his book.)
At this point, I imagine you are as intrigued as I was. What was the book?
I do know the answer.
But I’m not going to tell you.
Instead, I’ll leave you with the question I’ve been thinking about for days — what book would I kiss before giving it away to an unknown person? What book would you?