I flipped today’s date around 5-11 to 11-5, and that is the page I picked, 115.
A pang of guilt shot through me when I remembered how I’d felt just a few weeks ago: that it would be great if the library closed and I didn’t have to work here.
Suddenly that was the absolute last thing I wanted.
“It was a house for those who could not take care of themselves, for those who heard voices, who had strange thoughts and did strange things. The house was meant to keep them in. Once they came, they never left.”