find out things from them.â Gazing at the page, she looked for the handful of letters she knew. They were there, certainlyâbut in so many combinations!
âCan I hold it?â Jessy asked, and Lisa felt a teekay tug on the book.
Automatically, she countered with her own teekay. âNo, Jessy,â she said, leafing through the pages in hopes of finding pictures that might give her a clue as to what the words might be.
âI want it,â Jessy insisted.
âMay I help you?â
Startled, Lisa looked up as the tall woman whoâd been behind the front counter came down the aisle toward them. Her lips held a pleasant smile, but there was something in her eyes that reminded Lisa of the storm cloud sheâd had to pull a Nine out of a year ago. âN-no, not really, thank you,â she managed. âI was just showing Jessy what books are.â
âI see. Hello, Jessy,â the adult said, and Lisa thought her smile a little more genuine this time. Stooping beside the girl, she deftly plucked the book from Lisaâs hand and held it open in front of her. âSee, Jessy, this is writing. When you grow up youâll learn how to understand what this says.â
Jessy reached for the book, but the librarian held it back. âNo, no, you mustnât touch,â she said firmly. âThese are very valuableâsome of the last books made from the big spaceshipâs records before the machines were destroyed in the Lost Generation. Theyâre very durableâmuch more so than the books printed todayâbut they can be damaged if theyâre mishandled. Thatâs why we donât allow children or kids to touch them. Do you understand?â
Whether she understood or not, it was clear Jessy wasnât about to buck such heavy adult pressure. âUh-huh,â she muttered.
âThatâs a good girl. Donât worry; youâll be able to look at the books all you want when you grow up.â She shifted her gaze to Lisa. âWas there anything else you wanted?â
âUh â¦â Lisaâs tongue locked awkwardly against the automatic no that had tried to come out. âI ⦠is it allowed for preteens to take books out of the library? Iâd be very careful with it.â
The smile slipped a bit. âIâm sorry, but we canât allow that. But if you really want to look at them, you can do so here, out in the reading area.â She gestured in the direction of the lounge chairs theyâd passed through on their way in.
âOh. Iâthank you.â Lisa swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down her back. To actually sit there with all those disapproving adult stares on her â¦âI guess weâd better be getting back, Jessy,â she said, taking the little girlâs hand and mentally bracing herself to pass among the readers again. âSay thank you to the nice lady.â
âThank you,â Jessy murmured.
âI think youâll find the libraryâs first two floors more interesting to you,â the librarian said as she walked them to the door. âIn the future youâd probably do better to stay down there.â
It wasnât until they were flying above Barona again that Lisa was finally able to relax. One thing, at least, was clear: she was not going to be able to learn reading in the library. In fact, it was likely to be a long time before she even ventured into the building again.
But she wasnât yet prepared to give up. There had to be other places she could get books from, places that wouldnât be so hostile toward her. The librarian had said that books were being made, possibly even in Barona ⦠but Lisa had never seen any store that sold them. She could, of course, search the whole city in her spare time, but even if she found such a place, she probably wouldnât be allowed to buy a book there. Preteens werenât given actual bills but could buy things only at