“It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down,” Charlotte said.

“I can explain,” the man said. “Just help me down, please?”

Charlotte couldn’t feel too upset with him. After all It was she who had effectively broken into the library and was meandering around the shelves like she owned the place.

After some discussion, it was decided that Charlotte would go up into the attic and help him out from there.

“I felll through the ceiling trying to fix a lightbulb up here,” he explained. “Take my hand and maybe you can pull me out enough.”

Charlotte wasn’t sure about the safety of the floor but didn’t have a choice. At this point nothing could get much more ridiculous.

Later they sat in the kitchen with hot chocolate and explanations.

“The library was my house in the 1970s,” Charlotte said. “You can look it up in town records. The door was open so I just walked in.”

The man nodded and took a sip of the frothy drink. “I believe you,” he said. “Your family was very generous to donate it for this little town.”

Charlotte burst out giggling.

“What?”

“You have hot chocolate mustache!”

“And you have an interesting sense of humor.”