“Great,” Faye mumbled.
“I hardly think a hippie endorsement is doing your librarian any favors,” Mary said to Shambles, her lip curled. “You’d do better to sit down, Mr. Shambala.” When she said his name, she said it like it tasted foul.
At that, Chace knew something snapped in Faye and he knew this because she shot to her feet.
“Ms. Eglund,” she called and Chace braced as Mary Eglund turned her venomous eyes to his woman.
At the same time, so did everyone else.
When Faye got her attention, she spoke.
“You are entitled to your opinions about my personal life. You are also entitled to share them. You are further entitled to share them publicly. You doing it, how you do it and what you say actually says more about you than me. As does your snide tone directed at Shambles. But on the matter at hand, threats of the library’s closure started before my relationship with Detective Keaton began and those threats occurred because of your concern about the content of some of the books in our catalogue. On that subject, I’ll say that I have always accumulated a catalogue the Library Board approved as fit for this county. The books you site as those that are inappropriate for our library and thus give cause for its closure are some of our most popular books for adults and children. I find it heartbreaking that these books that open up worlds of reading to children and young adults are not only questioned, but are being threatened with removal. That you would use your personal agenda to eliminate something so valuable, so vital to a community as a library is beyond words. I’ve read to countless children in that library. Those with very little can come to that library and find something that costs nothing to entertain them in lives that are often lonely. The library serves as a gathering place for friends who share the love of books. It further serves as a resource for those who escape the pressure of everyday life, doing it by losing themselves in the written word. It serves as an avenue of gathering knowledge for those who could be planning a trip to Utah or researching their heritage, learning about the history of this country or how to make soap. Those walls and shelves contain works of art created by words and depicted in pictures. There are volunteers who are retired or stay at home Moms who serve their community proudly and do it in that library. My mother took me to that library. Her mother took her to that same library. And I hope to God by the end of this night, I will have a future where I will take my children to that library. I will abide by the wishes of this community. What I won’t do is sit silent while you turn your nose up at a kind man like Shambles and cast aspersions on the relationship I have with a good man who I happen to love. If you close the library, that would be a tragedy. If you close it simply because you feel you have the right to tell others what they can read and see or because I fell in love with a kind, decent man and did it in a way in which you, personally, do not approve, that would also be a tragedy. But it would be a reprehensible one.”
With that, Faye sat down.
And when Faye sat down, everyone shot out of their seats and cheered.
He heard Silas roar, “That’s my girl,” as Faye ducked her chin into her neck, Chace wrapped his arm around her and, smiling broadly, moved his lips to her ear.
“Well said, baby,” he whispered.
“I just told most of the town I was in love with you,” she whispered back.
“Are you?”
Her eyes peeked at him from beneath her bangs. “Yeah.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Mrs. Maxwell, you can sit down,” Cesar’s voice could be heard over the hollering and applause. Chace and Faye looked up but he noticed Faye had more than a little pink in her cheeks when she did. “If we can have order, I’ll invite anyone who is not in opposition of the library being closed to take the microphone,” Cesar finished.
Everyone settled. Nina moved back toward Max who was sitting with their two kids in the front bench. She gently pulled the baby from him and settled in her seat and also in the crook of Max’s arm. No one moved to the microphone and Chace’s eyes went to Mary to see hers narrowed on someone in the congregation and she was jerking her head to the microphone.
Chace looked through the crowd but the room was so packed, standing room only, he couldn’t see who she was motioning to.
“No one?” Cesar called into his microphone.
When no one moved or even raised their hand, Jim-Billy shouted out, “Vote it, Moreno.”
Cesar looked to his left then right then at Mary. “You’ve had your meeting, Mary, the Council will now vote. All in favor of Carnal Library’s closure, say aye.”
Mary’s hand shot up and she shouted, “Aye!”
None of the other council members moved. Mary glared at the one at her side then she glared at the one at the opposite end.
They avoided her gaze and kept their mouths shut.
Likely, they’d murmured remarks of alliance just to shut her up. Or maybe they didn’t expect the force of the opposition. Whatever reason, she expected their votes to swing her way and they were not.
“Nays?” Cesar asked and the other three council members cried, “Nay!”
“Right the ef on!” Bubba shouted from the back.
Cesar brought down his gavel then announced, “The Carnal Library will not close.”
Another cheer roared through the crowd.
“Comments and feedback about the catalogue held at the library should not be directed to the Town Council but to the Library Board, which, thank God, I’m not a member of,” Cesar finished over the noise. “Thank you for your attendance this evening. Enjoy the rest of it.”
He barely got out the last word when Chace heard Silas shout, “Faye, sweetheart, you got Malachi?”
Chace felt his neck begin to prickle as Faye looked around and called back, “No, Dad. Thought he was with you.”
“That was awesome!” Lexie showed at the end of their bench, dragging Ty with her and Chace distractedly noticed that only Lexie Walker could be heavily pregnant and still wear a stylish, skintight dress, high-heeled boots and look stunningly beautiful.
“It was,” Faye replied but she sounded distracted too.
“Serious as f**k, Nina’s the shit,” Ty muttered. “Bitch never backs down from a fight.”
“Don’t let Nina hear you calling her a bitch,” Lexie advised.
“No f**kin’ way,” Ty replied, grinning down at his wife. “She’s got verbal claws so sharp, she’d shred me.”