Helen, the library director, was sitting at the laminate table with a blue file folder lying flat in front of her.

She didn’t look up until I pulled out the vinyl chair across from her.

“Helen,” I said.

“I’m ready for my shift at the circulation desk.”

Helen smoothed down the corner of the blue folder with her thumb.

“Sarah,” she said softly.

“The president of the library board called my house late last night.”

“Why would he call you at home?” I asked.