Tameka reached down into her jacket pocket for the key to the mausoleum's heavy lock. It was Saturday and she'd come visiting, like always.
Once past the iron gate and heavy inner door, Tameka got to work. Fresh cut flowers in a vase first, replacing last week's. Then everything in her heavy bag-
"Here are the books you wanted," she said. "Three weeks on them."
She swapped the stack for the ones waiting, and picked up the scrawled list of new requests.
She left a fresh notebook and pens along with a letter.
It was a nice visit, like always.
@kalloway Nice!