“Are you old enough to be in the Adult’s Section by yourself?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m eleven today.”
“Did you take out an adult card?”.
“Yes. It’s my pocket.” I took out the pale yellow piece of cardboard with a large “A” stamped on it and showed it to her.
“That’s very nice,” she said.
In the Children’s Section they made us put the books back on the shelf. But when I left the Library that afternoon, I casually left the books I’d looked at on the table.