Elvis Has Left the Building

Photo by Wyron A on Unsplash

Night before last I asked my husband about a pretty little child’s book, a hand illustrated poem written by a little girl. The pages were all enclosed in plastic sleeves, like you would a chap book of photographs. On the back flap there was a handwritten card with the directions to return the book to a lady.

I said to him, “Dennis, don’t you need to return this book?”