Michael Malone - Weebly

the most popular suitors would be silly—had she not
heard Mr. Darcy and Byron woo? For her, the clumsy
clutchings in the lot beside the Falls held no allure. How
could they, compared with the passion of Heathcliff and
Aramis? Who at Dixwell High could love her like Prince
André or Count Vronsky? Certainly not Tac Hayes,
who was, okay, pretty handsome, but who loved only a
netted hoop ten feet off the ground. Certainly not Luke
Packer.
But Nature, marshaling summer for her assault,
pursued Polly even across her sea of books. Nature has
always had frigates of her own. Up in a dim corner of
the library's second floor, where rare (and rarely read)
books were moved only when dusted, Polly had hidden
(behind shelves where Gladys Goff had gathered the
lives of valiant missionaries) a few forbidden texts.
There she went after Joy had left her, to begin Lady
Chatterley's Lover. The place was dark. Apparently
no one else was in the entire library, not even the
librarian, Mr. Blossom.
Polly was wrong. As she saw when she flipped the
switch and abruptly lit up Sidney Blossom and Kate