by The Golden Pen
An Excerpt
One
Rachel Bowers walked past Gregg the Baker on her
way to work. The aroma of freshly baked
croissants made her stomach growl with hunger.
Down the road, the smell of Arabica beans being brewed at Cafe
Bonjour Bistro et Patisserie, made Rachel sorry she didn’t have any
breakfast that morning. She didn’t even
have time to brew herself a mug of coffee.
Rachel was running late.
Temptation won her over. Rachel
walked into Gregg the Baker and bought herself two ham and cheese
croissants and a mug of coffee. The
attendant filled her order and soon Rachel was on her way.
The sun was shining brightly over a blue sky that Friday
June morning over Headington. Already
the avenue was crowded with busy folks walking to work and mothers on the
school run, dragging their reluctant children to school. Shopkeepers with smiling faces greeted
passersby as they opened their shops bright and early for another business day.
Rows upon rows of little tables dotted London Road as pensioners and tourists
sat eating their croissants, crumpets, muffins, full English breakfasts,
sipping tea and coffee quietly as they watched the parade of busy people stride
by and the city bussing with life.
“Good morning, Harry.” Rachel said to the postman as she was
about to cross the road.
“Morning, Rachel,” replied the Postman, “Are you off to work
again?”
“Yes,” replied Rachel, “I’m late enough as it is.” Harry tipped his hat towards Rachel.
“Have a good day, Rachel.” he bade.
“You too, Harry! Say hello to Margaret.”
And with that, she crossed London
Road and walked down Old High Street towards the library. Several cobbled stoned houses lined the
street. Rachel smiled at some of the
local residents as she passed along. Mrs
Henderson, who was sweeping her driveway, paused as Rachel went past.
“Morning, Mrs Henderson,” Rachel
greeted her neighbour, “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
“Indeed it is, Ms Bowers.” Mrs
Henderson replied.
Rachel fetched the skeleton key from the bottom of her
Louis Vuitton handbag. She almost spilled the coffee she was holding in her
right hand. She sighed as she opened the
front door of the library. Turning on
the lobby lights, Rachel walked inside and placed the cardboard drinks tray she
was holding on top of the adult circulation desk and put down the brown paper
bag containing her breakfast.
Rachel had a very busy day ahead of her. She had a meeting with Annie Anderson, one of
the Senior Library Assistants at 9:30 A.M. to discuss her latest project. She had to make a few phone calls, a staff
meeting at 11 and meet her mother for lunch.
A few people, mainly pensioners waiting to read the
morning papers, mothers with overdue books, and people waiting to sign up to
use the internet were queuing up outside the library. Rachel had locked the door from inside, of
course, for it was still way too early to open the Library. Headington library didn’t open until nine
A.M., and it was only quarter to nine.
Annie Anderson pushed herself amongst the crowd, walked up the stairs
and opened the door with her key. The
throng of people tried to push themselves through the door, but Annie reminded
them that the library would be opening at precisely nine A.M. on the dot.
“Good morning, Rachel.” Annie greeted Rachel, who was
busy opening windows.
“Good morning, Annie,” replied Rachel, “Don’t forget our
meeting is at 9:30.”
“Yes, Mamme, I won’t be late.” Annie switched on to the main computer. The computer came alive, bussing and beeping
as it logged on. One by one, Annie
turned on the six computer terminals then walked back to the circulation desk
to set everything up for the day ahead.
There was a stack of books waiting for her in the book depository
box. Annie unlocked the book depository
and retrieved the books. She began scanning each book when Naomi and Raj, two
of the junior library assistants, waltzed in.
Naomi hadn’t finished removing her coat, when Annie
barked, “Naomi, be a dear and let the crowd in, will ya?”
Naomi made a face when Annie wasn’t looking, grabbed her
skeleton key and opened the front door.
The crowd of people stampeded inside, nearly crushing Naomi to
death. The pensioners all waltzed into
the reference area where the local newspapers were kept. Mrs Patel grabbed the Oxford Mail as Mrs
Jenkins was about to pull it off the stick.
“I was here first, Madame!” growled Mrs Patel.
“No, I grabbed it first!” barked Mrs Jenkins.
“Let go of it!” Mrs Patel ordered.
“Well, the nerve of you!” yelled Mrs Jenkins.
“I’m calling the Librarian to settle this!” yelled Mrs
Patel. Rachel raced over to the
reference section.
“Shhhhh! Will you
ladies keep it down, Please?”
“Madame, will you kindly tell this lady to let go of my
paper.” Mrs Patel said.
“She practically yanked it out of my hands!” protested
Mrs Jenkins.
“Grab hold of yourselves, ladies...you’re in a library...if
you ladies won’t behave like civilized adults, I’m afraid I’m going to have to
ask you to leave.” Rachel warned.
“Well............I never have been so insulted in my life!”
Mrs Jenkins remarked.
“Ladies, please.......it’s just a paper. Can’t you too share it?”asked Rachel. She was
already beginning to lose her patience.
“Here....I’ll let you read it, Mrs Patel, since you are
most eager to read the Want ads. I’ll look at the Times now.” said Mrs
Jenkins. She settled down at one of the
tables to read her newspaper. Mrs Patel
fumed as she grabbed the oxford Mail and stormed to the other
side of the reference section huffing and puffing and rolling her eyes.
Ten people were queuing up to use the internet. Naomi signed each one for a thirty-minute
session. When their time was up, one of
the users complained when he was told that his time was up. He said he was in the middle of downloading a
very important piece of information he needed for college. Naomi tried pleading with him, but he
wouldn’t have it. He remained stubborn
and sat down at his terminal continuing his download.
“I’m afraid this user has signed up for the computer,
Sir,” Naomi said, “Your session has come to an end now.”
“Bugger off, Sister!” the man said. He took another
quarter out of his pocket and shoved it into the library assistant’s hand.
“Sign me up again for another thirty minutes, Bitch!” he
said as he turned around to face the monitor.
To his horror, he was timed out.
“What the......ARRGH.....I’ve just lost my download! I’m calling the council about this!” He swivelled out of the chair and walked out
the library, swearing under his breath.
At 9:30, Annie waltzed into Rachel’s office, pad and pen
in hand. Rachel’s office faced Bury
Knowles Park South. Her desk, a pine finished
executive desk, was laden with brochures, folders, letterhead stationery, overdue
notices, and an overcrowded Rolodex. The
window was open and a refreshing breeze flowed in.
“Ah, Annie—do come in!” Rachel said. “Please take a seat. I wish to discuss a
project with you.”
Annie sat down on the chair facing Rachel, her pad
resting on her knee. She clicked her pen
ready to take notes.
“Annie, I want to talk to you about an idea I have had
brewing inside my head for a long time now.” said Rachel. “I have just spoken to Mr Johnson over at
Brookes University. We have reserved a
room at Headington Hall once a month on Wednesday evenings to host the BSH.”
“The BSH—what’s the BSH?” Annie asked, scratching her
head.
“The Bookworm Society of Headington—it’s a monthly woman’s
book club aimed at women who are avid readers to discuss the latest fiction and
chick-Lit.” Rachel explained.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Ms Bowers.” Annie
smiled.
“Annie, I’d like you to write down the details and call
the printers right away. I’d like 500
flyers up by next Tuesday.” Rachel went on.
Annie began taking notes. After
lunch, she rang the printers and had Mr Roy Sanderson print the flyers.
The B.S.H.
Bookworms Society of Headington
A local book club for women by women
7PM Wednesday Evenings of each month
Headington Hall
Headington Road
Barton,
Oxford OX3 OBL
Refreshments will
be provided
All female residents ages
18—53 of Headington welcome
For more
information please contact
Rachel
Bowers, head librarian
Headington Library
North
Place
Headington OX3 9HY
O1865
775533
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