Did you guys fall out or something?” asks Jyoti.
Is she trying to get some gossip out of me?
I set my pen on top of my closed notebook.
“I just felt like some
quiet library time today,” I say.
“When I came to
meet The Author,
I remembered how much
I used to enjoy
coming to the library at lunchtimes.
I never knew you
spent lunchtimes in here, too.
I never saw you
in here in year seven and eight
when I was here almost every day.”
“It’s a recent thing for me,” says Jyoti.
“Oh yeah?” I say inanely.
“I’m entering my literary era,” says Jyoti,
pointing to the book by The Author,
which she’s clearly not been reading.
“It’s calmer in here than the lunch hall,
the art room, or the drama studio.”
“But how will you get your gossip
if you’re not out there amongst it?” I ask.
“Well, you brought the gossip to me today,” she says.
“You told me voluntarily that you’re seeing someone.”
“Yes, I guess I did. But it’s not a secret.”
“Is it someone at school?” she asks, excited.
“No, he’s not at this school.
He’s some private-school boy I met at bouldering.”