Page 11 - Lulu and Bob in Verbo City

“Wow! I see two of them. I’m going up on a chair, Bob. Hold the
back of it for me, would you?”
“Gladly.” Bob peered into the gloom of the shelves near the
ceiling. He handed Lulu the bag after she had clambered up on the
seat of a hard heavy wooden chair.
“Gotcha! Here is ‘multimillionairess’ on the life of Imelda Marcos;
it had to go sideways on such a slim volume. And ‘antivivisectionist’
on Gandhi’s The Story of My Experiments with Truth. Not bad for one
room. Shall we move on?
“Not yet,” Bob replied. One of the escapees is
‘incomprehensibility.’ Since you’re in the corner, why don’t you shine
that light on the philosophy and social sciences section?”
Lulu complied. “Good call, Bob: here it is, clutching Structure and
Process in Modern Societies, by Talcott Parsons. Come to Mama, you
little head-scratcher.”
“So, that’s six we’ve found. Come down and check the rest of the
bookcases. It must be getting very hot up there. Maybe we can get a
drink of water in the guest bathroom.”

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