The scene is a very busy bookshop. A bepigtailed elderwoman protagonist approaches the information desk. She pauses for a moment and then asks…
“Excuse me, Religion is…?”
Her bearded interlocutor pauses for a moment and then replies….
“Religion is in the gold room, just up the stairs.”
He pauses once again, and then asks, “Or were you looking for a more esoteric answer?”
Cute! A whole city block is a bit large for a ‘bookshop.’ Did you find anything you couldn’t resist taking home?
I just make lists of things to order online…
Too many books, too heavy to carry.
Very smart. Did you find the Gold Room?
Funny. I couldn’t help but think that if I had been the bearded interlocutor,I might have said….ROOM 101!