The Overdue Book in the Return Slot
Ms. Kwan found the book in the return slot on a Tuesday morning, and it was a worn blue copy of Birds of the Marsh. The date stamp inside the cover was sixty years old, and a note was folded inside that said, Sorry I am late. I meant to bring it back.
"I hope whoever it was still likes birds," Ms. Kwan said. She showed the note to Deepa and Luis, two students who helped shelve books after school, and asked them to find the borrower.
The card in the back pocket held a name, Walter Pruitt, and an address on Mill Street. Luis searched the town directory, but there was no Mill Street anywhere in it.
"Maybe the street was renamed," said Deepa. In the local history room, she unrolled an old map from the same year as the date stamp. Mill Street was there, running right beside the park, and on a new map the same road was called Orchard Avenue.
They walked to the house on Orchard Avenue and knocked, and a gentle old man opened the door. "Walter Pruitt?" asked Luis. The man nodded.
"I moved away when I was twelve, and the book went along in my suitcase," Mr. Pruitt said. "I found it again last week, so I came home to return it."
Ms. Kwan did not charge a fine. She gave him a new library card instead.