Angi yawned. “I really don’t see why we do this,” she grumbled. “I’m tired, and it’s so cold I can see my breath.”
“The doors are opening. We’ll be warm in a minute,” Frank said. “Are you sure we brought enough bags?”
“I think so. And we can always use the Friends of the Library paper ones if we run out.”
They moved slowly forward, then into the sale room. It was lined with long tables covered with second hand books and organized by category. The sale happened monthly, but they only did this once a year. Together, they began methodically working through the sections they’d decided to focus on.
An hour later, Angi exclaimed “I can’t believe it! Look!” She picked up two small hardbacks and showed them to Frank. “These complete my set!”
He grinned at her. “And that’s why we do this,” he said. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
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