i walked with purpose around the corner through the room of books and computers where sound was still permitted. as i made my way further into the building it got quieter and smaller. i started up the stair case. colored construction paper cut into misshapen letters and purple snowflakes announced that "reading was snow much fun". up the second flight and into the kids section. the elevator door was blue across from me and there was a table with two people talking. in the next room i stopped when i saw a call number poster with my section on the top. i perused the shelf, caught the number 658.152. grant writing for dummies. nope. i scanned the entire length of the shelf. it wasn't there. i read the numbers on the shelf above. nope. the shelf below. nope. i pulled out grant writing for dummies. not my book. i turned and retraced my steps towards the stair case. i glanced over the table the two people were at to see if my book was there. i continued down the stairs and into the room where sound was permitted and back to the front desk. i politely said that the number she gave me was not the book i had previously checked out. she looked at me with a far off stare. as if i were speaking a foreign language. she looked up the book again. she read me the number again. i assured her that this number did not correlate to the book i had returned over the weekend.
"is it possible to pull up my account and look at the title of my book and get the proper call number that way?'
a woman sitting at a smaller desk with a bigger computer looked sideways at me from behind her large screen. her curled hair bounced with annoyance. "yes, we can. give me a moment."
she looked at her big computer screen ignoring my appreciation. "your name?"
"yes, she interrupted me.
she gave me the same number, with three letters listed after it. then abruptly got up from her swivel chair and marched me to a shelf in the sound allowed room, my book was not there. we walked through to the back of the building and up the stairs with the construction paper snowflakes. she scanned the shelf, murmured about it being shelved wrong and then left the room. i followed her to the table the couple were sitting at. the librarian, starting picking books out of the ladies canvas bag. every one she showed me was the wrong book. then i peered in the ladies bag. i saw the plastic molded cover of my book. i pulled it out from between other books and thanked the librarian.
i opened the book and clumsily thumbed to the table of contents.
there i found the post it note. "i miss you hon"
i pulled the note from the page, tucked it into a book in my bag and thanked the librarian and baffled lady volunteer at the table. i walked down the stairs and back through the sound allowed room, nodded to the lady behind the counter when she asked if i had been successful. "yes, thank you."
i opened the door and walked down the staircase and through the parking lot thinking to myself, i just chased a love note through the library.
"hey babe, i got my note." were my first words to her when she answered my phone call.
"i got my note."
her laughter spilled through the phone and made my heart smile.