Allison had been busy with other patrons as I was about to leave, so our verbal exchange was brief. She handed me a stack of papers. I had ordered up printing of many of the pages I’d read since they all seemed important in some way to my investigation. I paid for them. I was excited by what I’d found and wanted to say something to her or give her a big hug and kiss, even right there in front of the other library patrons.
“You look happy,” she said.
“Yes, I am,” was my enthusiastic response. “Things are coming together.”
“That’s nice,” she said smiling. “And they are for me too. I have a date with a young man from Cincinnati. He’s taking me to the county fair.”
“Lucky guy,” I said.
She smiled.
I requested one more thing before leaving. She answered from memory. It was the address for Joseph Custer’s home.