I slid the books across.
Oh, she said, you’ve had Larkin out before.
I know, and I will have it out again.
Is he a poet, she said.
Aye, I said.
He said parents fuck you up.
That’s what he said, that they fill you with the faults they had.
Her face darkened.
Will you take it out, then?
I will, I said.
I have much to learn.
I put Mr Larkin under my arm and headed for the door.
I could see her, her hand shielding her mouth.
She was trying to keep ‘’fuck’’ out of the library.
Did you know, I said, that Larkin was a librarian.
It’s true, I said.
I swear it.