‘Riverton Library Public Cooling Center.’ Ennis felt out of place here. He liked the quiet, the solitude, even the musty smell and it was more comfortable than the hundred degrees in his trailer, but books weren’t his friend. Reading was just a blur, even when he could make out the words he wasn’t always sure what they meant.
Room after room, shelf after shelf, book after book, more words than he’d spoke his whole life.
The combined wisdom of mankind, he’d heard; Words are power his momma had told him, but where were the words that would bring back Jack?
100 words