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Regrettably, Mayor Stothert thinks an office tower would be a better use of the library's prime real estate, but then regrets and Mayor Stothert go together like Tonto and the Lone Ranger.
The cops don't like all the police calls to the area around the library on account of some rowdy homeless people who are irresistably incited by books and librarians to misbehave.
Especially those librarians who won't provide lists of people with library cards or what they read to the police.
For their part, librarians don't like city officials dumping on the homeless, who they say don't cause any more problems than "regular" patrons.
Which reminds us: on page 90, Margo wrote about having been mistaken for a working girl in a hotel lobby (mistaken seems to us to be a rather charitable way of excusing having been treated like one, but whatever; what we liked was the demo of how efficiently Howard, usually a fast-on-the-uptake thinker, shot the guy down.)
The biggest omission in the book, so far, is Howard's glaring failure to provide the mugshot of her arrest in Cape Cod for clamming without a license. Please note that in this superficial whine, we mock neither the law which surely has very good reasons for licensing clamdiggers, nor Howard, who probably was unaware of the statute and doubtless was not a prime mover in any possible overharvest of Bay State bivalves.