Not knowing really where to go now of days, Butch chooses to go see a friend. Someone he knew, that luckily didn't work that far from his home.
"Surprise you found me? I never told you where I work."
"Boomer said this place has about everything in the books. Bonus was seeing you work here."
Bubbles just rolled her eyes.
"Mind fitting me in for a tour of the place?"
"Reading time with the kids will be over in another fifteen minutes. Wait 'til then. 'Kay?"
Butch gave a nod, wandering to the closet shelf of books as he waited for Bubbles. Sadly for the book choices, it was all romantic types. To which he just rolled his eyes, glancing over each title there was. Some good ones that have ended up on TV or turn into movies, some bad, some that you can't help but wonder how they got pass the publishing stage.
". . . Crap. Shit. Too long. Too boring . . ."
"Authors would love you as a critic."
The sudden voice broke Butch from his train of thought, turning to face Bubbles giving him a tiny smirk.
Butch just returned the smirk back.
"You still want that tour or you going to rate all of these books?"
"Tour."
"Follow me."
Two hours later. They took a nice break on the second floor, looking down below everyone that bussed in and out the library from the second level of the building.
"How things been?"
"All right, I guess."
"Such a quiet place, wow."
"It's nice for the nerves."
"How much is it for a card?"
"Depends of the age. For you, adults of twenty through up, are ten for every month, forty for each year."
"Good deal."
"Yeah it wasn't before I started working here. This place has changed a lot from then on."
Butch gave a grunt in somewhat understanding.
"You want to sign up?"
"Yeah."
After that, Butch's heart seemed to be healing fast, steady not to worry others, but enough that it didn't feel like a big weight on him anymore. And he wasn't the only one.