I recognized them, they’ve been here before; they come through the door nonchalant and smooth, and head straight for their shelf.
They both lean into the shelves the same way, head on the necessary angle, flip the pages and look closely at the back of the book. If it suffices, they straighten and hold the book up for each other to see.
They lean back and grin at each other. They whisper and nod and examine book after book.
They cradle the chosen ones in their arms and move on to the next shelf.
Painting by Edward B. Gordon