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all the near death insanity. Today he was wearing a deep burgundy colored t-shirt that hugged his chest in all the right ways, and a pair of faded jeans. He had an old grey army-style jacket, which he draped over the back of his chair. His haircut was very short. It was hard to tell the exact color of it, some variant of brown I suppose. He was pale with just the slightest bit of an olive skin tone. He had a very kind and friendly smile, and those strange eyes. The strangest color that I had ever seen in a hundred years, I laughed, thinking that maybe I should try that as a new pick up line. He had taken at least six books out of his backpack and was reading intently switching between them writing in a notebook every few minutes. No sign of Jimmy today, as his note had said, but I was still surprised.
     
    I was trying desperately to focus on my work. When I heard the door open, I looked up unsurprised to see George already dragging a chair over to my desk. This morning we didn’t even keep up his book charade, he jumped right into conversation easily.
     
    “So what are we going to do today Lilypad? There was a special on the Discovery Channel about tattoos last night. I always wanted a tattoo, how bout it?”
     
    He was grinning ear to ear, and I had the feeling he had been working on his material all night. I narrowed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him just as the mysterious man pulled another book out of his bag and caught my attention. George followed my eyes to the desk and back to me.
     
    “See something you like Lilypad? He might be young but I can still take him for your affections. I was a championship boxer in ’52.”
     
    I looked at him skeptically. “A boxer huh? That will be something to see. Well have at it then.”
     
    “You’d let an old man box for you. Do you see that guy? All he would have to do is look at me and it would probably break my good hip.” The incredulous tone of his voice was hilarious. That, coupled with the look on his face, had me laughing so hard I couldn’t stop and soon I heard his booming laugh join mine.
     
    “George you’re going to get me fired. I have to get these loan orders done.” I said still laughing.
     
    “Fine, fine I’ll return these books to the shelves for you. I live to serve the beautiful ladies.”
     
    I was staring at my computer, when the unfamiliar voice broke the silence.
     
    “He certainly seems like a piece of work.” The mystery man said smiling. “I wonder if you can tell me when Mr. Whitby will be arriving.”
     
    It caught me off guard to hear someone refer to Jimmy in such a formal way.
     
    “Um, Mr. Whitby is supposed to be out the rest of the day. I can tell him you were looking for him, what was your name?”
     
    My hand froze on my message pad as he spoke.
     
    “Owens, Christopher Owens.”
     
    The sound of books hitting the ground broke through my sudden adrenaline rush. I looked up just in time to see George fall to his knees and then to his stomach, lying there unmoving next to a large pile of books.
     
    “ George.” I screamed, racing to his side. Christopher was the only other person in the library today and was right behind me. I rolled George onto his back. He was unconscious and it looked like he was gasping for air.
     
    “The phone at the desk, call 911.” I shrieked to Christopher, who was up and at the phone in record time.
     
    “Come on George, please wake up.” I tapped his cheek lightly with my palm, trying to bring him around. Suddenly his eyes flickered open and he stared directly into my eyes. It made me uncomfortable, but if it would make him stay awake, I would deal with the consequences later. George was using all of his energy to try to speak.
     
    “Sorry George, no talking, try to conserve your energy, the medics will be here soon,” I said as emotion began to color my voice.
     
    He shook his head feebly and I thought my heart might break right there on the spot.
     
    Olexander always