LIBRARY

I stand in line at the library checkout, scarlet with shame.  I tuck the book so no one can see the title. It's an eternity; an elderly woman checks out a dozen romance; an elderly man, a half-dozen westerns; a geek, a dozen sci fi.  My turn.  Thank the heavens the librarian doesn't raise an eyebrow, just run it through the scanner.  I tuck it in my bag, fast.
Now I need an espresso.  As I sip, I ponder, got 28 days, think I'm going through that lineup again to renew?  So what is the shameful book?  "Other Side of the Closet", resource book for those suffering marital breakdown due to spouse being a closet gay.  Uff.
Monday I show at my hospital laundry job.  Sheepish smile, Wahida asks, "find anything?"
"Ye-ah.  Lotsa stuff for their side of the fence.  Only one book discussing the real problem.  I'll read it and make notes, tell you all about it."
Awkward grin, "gotta do adult literacy courses some day.  But when, between job and kid?"