The Library Witch
The Limits of a Public Library
Betty wanders through the library muttering and hugging herself. In her seventies, with scraggly grey hair and a hard, troubled gaze, she resembles a witch, but in baggy sweats and a faded T-shirt instead of a black dress and pointy hat.
Because Betty once taught nursery school and is drawn to small children, she’ll hover by the elevator to the junior…