Come Sit By Me Read Online Free PDF Page B

would he care?”
    I thought about this. “You mean since he intended to kill himself anyway.”
    â€œRight. Why bother to hide where you got the guns?”
    â€œUnless he got them from a friend.” I suggested.
    â€œNot a friend. Somebody who put him up to this,” Seese said.
    â€œWell, who did he hang out with?”
    That was a question Seese didn’t seem to want to answer. Probably because the answer was: Seese. After shrugging his shoulders and looking around, he said in a low voice: “I’ll bet it’s on that USB drive. But it’s not in his locker, is it?”
    I shook my head.
    â€œThe cops probably found it,” he said.
    â€œIf they did, how come nobody else was ever accused of helping Cale?” I asked.
    He had no answer for that.

chapter six
    I DECLINED SEESE’S offer of a ride—seemed like everybody had a car but me—and he went off.
    I had one other thing I wanted to do. I found my way to the school library, where I hoped to find out what kinds of books Cale had checked out.
    I expected the new librarian to look like the old one, Ms. Robbins, who’d been one of Cale’s victims. Instead, I found a babe-a-licious cutie hanging up posters urging people to read. It crossed my mind that the library was going to be a more popular place this year.
    Blonde, wearing jeans and a white cotton pullover that stuck out in the right places, she gave me a huge smile. Bump. I introduced myself, and she said, “I’m Ms. Clement.” She shook my hand. Her skin was unbelievably soft, and I almost didn’t let go. “You’re my first customer,” she said. “Even before school starts. You must be a wonderful reader.”
    â€œUh, yeah, I like books,” I said, without adding that it would be difficult for any male student to think about books when she was around.
    â€œWho are you favorite authors?” she asked.
    And of course my mind went blank. I had a smile on my face that froze, along with everything else above the neck. Author, author…
    â€œDr. Seuss.” It just popped out before I could stop it.
    She nodded—sympathetically, I thought, because what else would you feel for a high-school senior who liked to read Dr. Seuss books?
    â€œHe’s not the only one,” I said desperately.
    â€œI don’t know if we have any of his books,” she said, looking vaguely at the shelves. “Maybe you’d like something more…” She didn’t know how to say “something with more words” without offending me.
    â€œThat’s O.K.,” I said. “I really came here because I’m writing an article for the school newspaper.”
    â€œYou are?” She couldn’t hide her surprise. I mean, how could you write articles with only a fifty-word vocabulary?
    â€œYes. It’s a memorial to those who were…” I didn’t want to say “killed” or “shot,” particularly here in the library. But she got the idea.
    â€œThat’s very sweet,” she said. Obviously she thought I was doing this on my own and nobody would ever print what I wrote.
    â€œAnd I needed to know what kinds of books they read.” I really wanted to know what Cale had read, but including everyone else made it more of an innocent request.
    She frowned. It was such a cute frown that I almost patted her arm. “I don’t know if I can release that information,” she said.
    â€œYou can’t? Why not? I mean….” I avoided saying the obvious: They’re dead. Who cares?
    â€œIt’s a privacy issue,” she told me. “We should respect their privacy.”
    I was desperate. “How about just Cale Peters? Could you tell me what books he took out?”
    She shook her head, frowning more seriously now. I could tell I wasn’t going to win this argument. “In his case,” she said, “there’s another issue besides