Daisy Lane
“Lawson, taking books off a cart and stacking them on the counter. Grace had no sooner placed her book on the counter than the woman grabbed it up.
“You shouldn’t be reading such trash, young lady,” Mrs. Lawson said. “It’s not good for you.”
“Run along, Grace,” the librarian said, with a harassed look on her face. “You’ll be late for class.”
“Where are you taking those books?” Grace asked.
All the Harry Potter books, the His Dark Materials books, and several science-fiction books were among those piled up on the front counter.
“Where they belong,” Mrs. Lawson said with a smug smile. “To the dumpster.”
Grace felt tightness in her chest and wondered if something like this could give a young person a heart attack.
“You can’t do that,” she said, and hearing the words come out surprised even her.
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