book sense
"Where is everyone?"
Mary saw Tori's face come to life.
"We're in here, Jake. Mary is reading the newspaper to me."
"Trying, you mean," Mary answered. "Struggling."
"Nothing in life is worth having without the struggle, Mary." Tori smiled.
"Good morning to you." Jake kissed her cheek and walked around the coffee table to the couch, where Tori sat. He shook Dorothy's paw. "And a good morning to you, Ms. Parker." He sat on the couch and took Tori's right hand into his, brought it to his lips and kissed it. "My dear. Sleep well?"
"I did."
"Good, because we're going out today. We're going to the library opening." Tori pulled away. "You don't want to go?"
"I don't. What can I possibly do there? I can't see the place. I can't look upon the books. The smell of them, the glossy feel of the covers, the dog-ears a prior reader left, the crackle you hear when you open them, will make me cry, I just know it. No. I don't want to go."
"But, you're the librarian, Tori." Mary coaxed.