TR (ANNC): And now, from the hushed reading room of the Herndon County Library, it's Ruth Harrison, Reference Librarian.
SS: I am so excited, Kent. Just ten more minutes and we close and I'm headed to Ohio. (STAMPS)
FN (TEEN): Gosh Miss Harrison. What's in Ohio?
SS: The best libraries in the United States, that's all. (STAMPS) Thank you, sir. Enjoy your book.
TR (BUSH): I will. Got one called "The Brush is Gone, and Now What?"
SS: Glad we could help. The door is over there.
(FOOTSTEPS, DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
FN (TEEN):Gosh, the best libraries in the country are in Ohio???
SS: The Columbus Metropolitan Library. The Cuyahoga County Library. The Public Library of Cincinnati and Hamilton County. Names known to every librarian in America.
FN (TEEN): Gosh, neat. So what you going out there for, Miss Harrison?
SS: Inspiration, Kent. I want to spend an entire week simply loitering in libraries and pondering and perusing.
FN (TEEN):Gosh, that sounds like fun Miss Harrison.
SS: And when I return I want to build a new wing with soft couches where people can recline and read. Dim lighting and mysterious objects that people can touch--
FN (TEEN):That could be dangerous, Miss Harrison--
SS: People think of libraries as austere places. I look on reading as a sensuous pleasure--
GK: I'm sorry, did somebody say sensuous pleasure?
SS: Why- you look very familiar sir. Oh my gosh you're Carson O'Connor, the mystery writer's mystery writer.
GK: The very one. Pleased to meet you.
SS: My goodness. (HEARTBEAT) We are honored. Kent, can you -- oh, he's gone.
GK: Wow-- your dress. Just then. I've never seen -- it just has a sort of aura in this late afternoon light.
SS: This old navy-blue knit thing-you know I was going to de-pill it this morning--
GK: That's not what I call navy blue. In this light, it looks more indigo. Or lapis. Or cerulean blue.
SS (TO HERSELF): Now I wish I'd worn heels instead my beige comfort loafers--
GK: It really brings out your eyes, Miss Harrison.
SS: (GASP) You know my name!
GK: It's on your nametag.
SS: Oh-- my nametag. Pinned to my bosom.
GK: Stand right there. Don't move. I need to take a few notes.
SS: Oh be still my beating heart.
GK: Lissome. Angular. Lithe. Nubile.
GK: Don't move. Please.
SS: I'm feeling faint for some reason.
GK: I'm going to put you in my new novel, Miss Harrison. Except your name will be Herrera. Raquel Herrera. You'll be a tango queen and the star of the tango craze sweeping the Ohio river valley.
SS: Did you say Ohio!
GK: Yes, my new novel is set there. It's called "The Theft of the Sacred Thesaurus" --
SS: I'm dreaming.....
GK: And it's set in a library. Except for the tango parts of course. They have wonderful libraries in Ohio. Maybe you've heard.
SS: Me. A late- middle-aged reference librarian with no makeup on whatsoever -- nubile.
GK: There's just something about you. A sort of noble vulnerability.
SS (UNDER): Noble vulnerability. (HEARTBEAT) How did he know? It's like he can see straight into the beating chambers of my heart.
GK: I've been observing you for the past hour, from over there in the shadows. Getting a feeling for your rhythms-the way you talk, what you think about--
SS: What I think about-- if only you knew--
GK: You're a tango dancer. You try to bring the beauty of the dance to people who love to eat sausage with cheese and chili.
SS: It's me. It's the story of my life.
(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
TR (BUSH): I'm back. Say you don't have a bookmark, do you?
SS: Right there on the counter, sir.
TR (BUSH): Good. Sometimes I get lost. Need a reminder.
SS: There you go sir, take two.
TR (BUSH): Thanks. I'm going now. (FOOTSTEPS OFF, DOOR OPENS, CLOSES, A BEAT)
GK: I'd love to have dinner with you. Except I see your roller bag. You must be about to leave on a journey.
SS: I've been on a journey for a long time, Mr. O'Connor.
GK: I have a plane at the airport, we could fly to Ohio together. Get adjoining hotel rooms, have dinner, a glass of wine, we could talk about books. You and me.
SS: Why'this is so sudden--
(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
TR (BUSH): Um. I just realized I never paid for these books.
TR (BUSH): Stole 'em right outta here like some kind of bandit.
SS: Sir, this is a library. You don't buy the books. You borrow them.
TR (BUSH): I don't get it. So you're saying these are free?
SS: Not exactly, but just hold on a moment, Mr. O'Connor-- oh -- where'd he go?
TR (BUSH): I think he left.
GK: I'm right here. I just bent down to tie my shoe.
TR (BUSH): Oops. Mistakes were made.
GK: So what do you say, Ruth. Fly to the romantic metropolis of Cincinnati with me. Walk on the pedestrian suspension bridge in the moonlight.
SS: Oh Mr. O'Connor-
FN (TEEN): Your cab's here, Miss Harrison. What should I tell him?
SS: Tell him to go away, Kent. I already have a ride. The one I've been waiting for half my life (SIGH).
TR (ANNC): Join us again next time as we bring you into the hushed reading room of the Herndon County Library for the adventures of Ruth Harrison, Reference Librarian.