Library Notes
March 8th, 2003
By Pansy Hundley, Librarian.
Let me tell you about all this harassing I’m getting at the Post Office. Innocent, nice, lovely person that I am, you know- -- you know – I would never harass!
I keep telling the Postmaster, Jerry, that I’m going to write about him in the paper. Every time he’ll say, "I wish you would". So, here I am , to tell you to watch those guys, he and Lloyd.
When I go in to mail a package of books, Jerry asks how much money I brought. I dare not tell him, because I KNOW he’s going to put his hand on that scale and get all my money. So, I know not to take my money out of my pocket until he’s told me how much. Be warned. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that he only does that to me.
I just can’t get any respect down there. I went in the other day to buy a money order, when I picked up the mail. They told me I could go to the grocery store and get my money orders! Lloyd did say that as he was telling his machine to make the money order, however, and, he did say that they couldn’t say that to just anyone.
They put one yellow card in the P.O. box, to tell me that I have A package. Then they trot out three or four boxes. I keep telling ‘em they can’t do that, because I only had one card. They just grin and keep on hauling out boxes and packages. Even as I’m telling them that I do not need any more work, they are still dragging and stacking. Ignore me entirely, no respect.
Jerry hired this nice man named Mike permanently. Mike had worked part time previously. Well, he’s nice to me and doesn’t give me a hard time. So, what does Jerry do? Loaned that nice man to Rockwall to "count routes" for a solid month. Now, I ask you, how long should it take to count a few country roads?
I do have to admit that the other day when it was sleetie (new word) and frozen, Jerry did haul my boxes of books to the car with his dolly. And another day, Lloyd hauled five boxes of books to my car for me. I tried to get him to bring his dolly and unload for me. But, alas, guess who did the unloading. So, I grudgingly have to give them a little credit, but it sure is hard to do. Don’t tell ‘em, though. That’ll just make ‘em worse and maybe Mike’ll be back shortly and I won’t have to put up with all that disrespect and overloading.
Now that you have been warned, I’ll tell you about one of those books that I had to haul down here, and unload myself. "Proof of Intent", written by that man, William J. Coughlin, whose books already take up some room on the shelves. His fans will certainly be interested in this new book by him, I’m sure.
"Okay, so your client is a liar. Does that make him a murderer?
In the dark hours of morning, Charley Sloan arrives at the palatial home of Miles Dane, celebrated novelist from the Detroit suburb of Pickeral Point, to find Dane’s wife murdered in their bed.
Dane tells Charley he was downstairs working: heard nothing, saw nothing.
The police arrive and Miles tells his story again. Only this time there’s a mysterious intruder fleeing down the hallway with Dane in pursuit.
Miles Dane became a famous writer because he had a wild and violent imagination. But now that imagination seems to be getting him in trouble. The more he talks to the police, the crazier his story sounds. Is he making things up because that’s what he does? Or is it because he has something to hide?
Once the cops uncover physical evidence linking Dane to the crime, they’re sure they know the answer. Dane is charged with murder.
Charley Sloan has his work cut out for him. How do you protect and represent a client who seems to be his own worst enemy?
Miles Dane’s erratic thoughts continue to plague him as the evidence rolls in. The police soon suspect that he had planned this crime many years ago. And made the mistake of writing it all down…in exact detail.
Was it a plan of action or just another of Miles Dane’s strange fantasies? At first Charley can’t help but think that Miles killed his wife. But as he begins conducting his own investigation into the case, Sloan comes to believe that his client has been framed and that the real killer is using Dane’s own bizarre imagination against him."