Two friends came into the shop and browsed heavily. This means they browsed deeply, and with energy; it means drooping down to the things on the bottom shelves which many people don’t do. This is how one of them found a copy of Midnite. He was pretty happy. He came back to me and put it on the counter. He said, ‘There’s a reason I need this.’ He didn’t tell me what it was. He went back to Australian fiction. Then his friend came out with his books. Mostly history. He looked at Midnite on the counter and picked it up. Then he put it with his own books.
When Midnite’s finder came back, he found his book on someone else’s damn pile. They looked at each other. Their eyes went narrow and serious.
The book lay there on the top of the wrong pile.
The door opened, and a couple came in and passed the counter without seeing us.
‘I thought this book was up for grabs.’
‘I don’t think so.’
There was an agreement. Midnite went back to its finder. They left – by turning right – to the bakery for consoling coffee and cakes.