“You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.

 A random memory of Apollo crosses my mind, and I sigh with regret. Wasserman looks up from his book, and I quiet down. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my parents’ house when I became aware of Apollo’s presence behind me.  “What’s up,” I asked, not looking up from my book.  He began … Continue reading  “You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.

What kind of librarian can’t organize things?

In Paris we have time to deplane and walk around to stretch our legs. I get two cups of coffee and croissants, and start to rejoin Katie, when I see that Wasserman has found her. He‘s carrying a light carry-on and looks even older than I remembered. They seem natural enough together. Maybe it won't … Continue reading What kind of librarian can’t organize things?

But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

“May I speak with Ramdas Bingaman, please?” “Speaking. Who is this?” “Charles Bellaforte in the ISBL front office here.” “Ah, so good to hear from you, Charles. I was beginning to wonder.” “Sorry about that, sir. I have been on the phone with Regency Travel all day trying to arrange your flight to Uzbekistan. In … Continue reading But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.