“The library’s on fire.”
“What?”
“The library. Look.” She pointed into the darkness, at details barely visible. A fire at night is a pillar of smoke lit from beneath by a writhing orange glow.
“How do you know it’s the library?”
“Well, see the black flat roof there? That’s the strip mall where Subway is. Then across the street is the park with all the trees. Next to it is the library.”
“Isn’t that where Cooper and the others were holed up?”
“Like I give a shit about Arleigh Cooper, Bobby. The books, Bobby. We’re gonna need books to rebuild.”
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