Tuesday evening I was picking up a book at the Avon Grove Library when a young patron suddenly began shrieking.
"Oh, dear," I said to the library worker who was helping me. "Somebody's not happy."
The child just kept wailing, and her parents decided for the good of everyone that it was time to leave. The father carried the distraught girl under his arm, and the mother toted a sleeping infant in a car seat.
"We'll try again in a few years," said the patient dad, with good humor.
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