I D Weeks Library Novels & Stories

Twelve weeks. He looked at this line. He had written the opening date into the library notes as a fact rather than a countdown, the way he had begun to hold the significant arrivals — not as the destination to be rushed toward but as the natural completion of the thing in progress, arriving in its own time. Twelve weeks. He thought about twelve weeks as a duration. He thought about the twelve-week intervals of the last five years — the phases of the museum, the phases of the library's construction, the phases of the interior's opening. Each twelve weeks having produced something that the twelve weeks before had been preparing.

Due to the severity of the situation, the school decided to extend her suspension by another month and give her an official demerit. … The next week was unbelievably peaceful. Without Matthias and Evelyn around to bother me, and with Derrick's sharp, straightforward guidance, it felt like my brain, which had been unused for years, suddenly broke free and started working at full speed. So, I was not as hopeless as Matthias had said. If I actually tried, I could learn. The next time I saw Matthias was a week later. He looked much more worn out than before, with dark circles under his eyes. Being stuck at home because of his relationship probably had not been easy.