Linda found a dried, pressed leaf of a certain plant in one of her used books. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked.
"I don't know, you'll have to grind it up and smoke it...."
We're constantly finding things in books, tons of bookmarks (from all 50 states and beyond) which I've tried to get her to save, and other random pieces of literature. (I found the most pornographic letter once, which was so filthy I blushed to read the first paragraph, and immediately tossed it. It was unsigned, by the way.) In the boxes, we find toys, dvd's, mouse eaten dollar bills, small electronics, all kinds of knick knacks.
When we try to give them back, people hustle out of the store. "Nah," they wave their hands. "Just throw them away." People are just clearing stuff out, and it all gets tossed in a box.
Linda has mentioned that she'd like to write a book someday with pictures of "People Who Sleep in Bookstores." Every once in a while, she'll hear snoring and look over at the couch to see someone sprawled out. (Ahem, guilty.)
So this is a second book she could write: "Odd Things Found in Used Books."
Comics coming 6/20/18
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