{"id":252443,"date":"2026-07-13T02:05:10","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:05:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/arson-in-the-archives-kristy-t-dixon\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:05:10","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:05:10","slug":"arson-in-the-archives-kristy-t-dixon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/arson-in-the-archives-kristy-t-dixon\/","title":{"rendered":"Arson In The Archives – Kristy T Dixon"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cBirdie has been busy, so we haven\u2019t gotten to talk for more than a second. I wonder if it\u2019s bad etiquette to offer someone a job at the place they work.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d Dirk said. \u201cIt would be hard to find her when she\u2019s not here.\u201d \u201cAnything else I can get you two?\u201d<\/p>\n

Birdie asked, coming over. \u201cHey, Meg. You want some food?\u201d \u201cNo, thanks.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019re good,\u201d Brian said. \u201cCan you sit for a minute?\u201d \u201cSure can.\u201d She sat next to Dirk and nudged him, causing him to move closer to the window. \u201cI can\u2019t afford to sit too close to Dirk. Tips aren\u2019t what they used to be.\u201d Dirk smiled and gave her a pencil.<\/p>\n

She tucked it into her apron. \u201cI swear, I don\u2019t know how you do that. What can I do for you?\u201d \u201cMeg\u2019s bakery is going to need someone who can bake.\u201d Her face lit up, and she pushed back her frizzy hair. \u201cI bake.\u201d \u201cAre you interested?\u201d \u201cPossibly. I\u2019m off in an hour. Can I meet you at the library to talk?\u201d \u201cWe\u2019ll be there.\u201d Birdie stood and took a deep breath. \u201cI knew today was going to be a good one.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked back to the kitchen with a bounce in her step. Dirk took a sip of soda. \u201cI think you made her day.\u201d \u201cIt looks that way.\u201d Dirk frowned. \u201cYou really think a library-bakery combo is going to cover Meg\u2019s bills?\u201d Brian glanced at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s hard to say. I hope it works out. I\u2019ve never tried to make money with a library, so it\u2019s anyone\u2019s guess.\u201d Normally, that kind of comment would send me spiraling. But Brian\u2019s knee was brushing mine, and suddenly I couldn\u2019t remember how money even worked. 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter 9 don\u2019t think it was Valery,\u201d I said as I placed a stick of butter into a bowl.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe brought up her dad being in prison without any urging.\u201d I opened another stick. It was hard to open without getting it on my fingers, and the greasy texture made me feel gross. \u201cNow microwave it a bit so it won\u2019t be hard to mix,\u201d Brian told me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s a bit?\u201d \u201cTwenty seconds.\u201d I opened the microwave and placed the bowl inside. I closed the door and stared at it. I\u2019d used a microwave before, but not often. My house didn\u2019t have one. I pushed the two and the zero twice and frowned when nothing happened. Brian\u2019s mouth twitched. \u201cYou have to push start.\u201d \u201cRight.\u201d<\/p>\n

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stood in the dark, musty building and tried not to gag. This was supposed to be a library? My brother had officially lost his mind. Of course, he wasn\u2019t the one who had to make it work. That was my job. Lucky me. \u201cHello?\u201d I called just to hear if my voice would echo. I cringed when it did. It bounced off the cracked plaster walls, like a ghost whispering, Turn around and run. Not a bad idea, really. \u201cWhy are you yelling?\u201d<\/p>\n

Felix asked, walking into the room like he had no care in the world. Why should he care that he\u2019d just sentenced me to financial ruin? \u201cThis place is awful,\u201d I said. \u201cBut it won\u2019t be when it\u2019s done,\u201d he replied, ever the optimist when it was someone else\u2019s problem. My father had died six weeks ago and left every cent of his multimillion- dollar estate to my brother Felix, with one maddening instruction: Take care of your sister.<\/p>\n

As if I were eight and not thirty-six. Felix\u2019s idea of taking care of me was to buy me this awful building on Main Street and announce to the town that I was opening a library. Why a library? Because I liked to read. That was the entire reason.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d asked him to give me the money he would be spending so I could go to school and maybe get a house. That sounded sensible to me. I had a degree, but it was pretty much useless. Felix said I needed to \u201cbuild something of my own\u201d and that I\u2019d \u201cfeel more fulfilled this way.\u201d That was why I was here, standing on creaking floorboards and smelling mold.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019ll be here any minute,\u201d Felix said, checking his watch. \u201cI hope you\u2019ll be polite, Megara.\u201d I rolled my eyes. \u201cMy issue isn\u2019t with the man. My issue is with your entire plan.\u201d \u201cThis can work. Muddy Creek\u2019s library has been running for years, thanks to Mr. Hooper. I\u2019m confident he can make it work here as well. That man knows what he\u2019s doing.\u201d \u201cMr. Hooper is the guy you\u2019re paying to teach me Library 101?\u201d \u201cYes, he\u2019s been incredibly successful with his own library.<\/p>\n

I saw it, and it\u2019s beautiful. You would love it.\u201d I had serious doubts. \u201cHow am I supposed to make money doing this?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll cover expenses for the first three years\u2014taxes, utilities, everything,\u201d Felix said, as if that solved the problem forever. \u201cThat should give you time to get on your feet.\u201d I was about to argue again when Felix moved to the front window. \u201cThere\u2019s a car.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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