18 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday Evening

[agentthepaper]

Yomiko took her copy of The Iliad out to the porch to read. It was all so terribly romantic and doomed. Poor Patroclus. Passersby might occasionally hear her emit heartfelt sighs as she reached a particularly moving passage.

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[agentthepaper]

"I'm Yomiko Readman. I'm the librarian at the school," she explained. "Are you a student? If so, I expect we'll meet again."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hello. Yes, I'm a senior, and I'm friends with most of the Library Aides. I was an Aide all of last year." Parker relaxed a little, sizing Ms. Readman up and thinking, Well, she speaks English, and she's paying attention to the conversation... Which was a step up from both of the last Librarians.

"I'll just be a minute, I swear."

Parker let herself into Jarod's room, and M immediately twined around her ankles, mewing. The place looked cleaned up, neat, and there was a few days worth of food laid out for M.

In other words, he wasn't going to be back soon. Damnit.

After a few minutes cuddling M, and looking around for a red notebook, an envelope, a letter, anything, Parker gave up, and went back downstairs.

"Ms. Readman?" Parker bit her lower lip, and folded her arms. "If you see Jarod before I do, could you let him know I was looking for him?"

[agentthepaper]

Yomiko wiped away her tears of 'a fictional character just died it's so sad' and looked up at Parker. "Oh, was he not up there? I'll pass the message along when I see him," she promised.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I appreciate it." She smiled and said, "And I'll be around the library next week, probably. Maybe I'll check out the Iliad again. I don't remember it being that intense."

She stepped off the porch, and started to head to the gate. "Thanks!"

Where the hell was he?