Finally it was warm enough for Botros to get rid of his knee warmers and the extra under layer of clothes he kept all winter. He didn't even want to think about the torment that was showering without those extra layers. Summer was just so much easier. With a small smile, the seventy eight years old ascended the dais, leaning on his cane only for a bit, before heading for his seat.

He waved at the librarian across the loooong table.