The neighborhood was eerily silent all day. No bikes, no marauding bands of kids. Strange, I thought as I baked the weekly cake for library and put together an art project. And we had the therapy dogs coming…and they did. But we had no kids…so the volunteers watched the dogs go through their moves and I froze the cake and I stashed the art project for next week–and that was all she wrote.
The Front Porch Library 