Sheepishly I handed the book to the desk clerk. “It’s overdue,” I whispered. Mrs. Posillipo pushed the book back and forth across the scanner and flatly stated, “$1.70.” “But it’s 2 weeks late. And I got it a little wet.” She picked it back up and examined the exposed edges. “$1.70.” I handed over my single and some nickels and dimes and scuttled through the metal detectors and out the door of my public library.