Holly answered the ring at the library door, ready to either tell a last-minute reader that the library was closed or hand out candy alley-jammers to Anti-Hot-Solemnity carolers. It was neither.

Her mom had told her to take a hat, but Katya loved to sit in the sun, so she had saved her hat money to spend on the trip.

My muse has some heavy lifting to do this morning. I just hope she isn’t out drinking with my guardian angel.