The Library of THINGS
Emma peeked around the open door of the large shipping container, one of several lined up behind the church hall. ‘Excuse me is this the…’ she stopped, distracted by the mountain of clutter piled everywhere.
‘The Library of Things? Yes.’ A man, standing in the middle of the disarray turned to her with a wide smile. ‘Welcome. Wait… Emma Smith?’ His smile broadened. ‘We went to school together!’
‘Kyle Brenner?’ Emma returned his smile.
‘Come in,’ Kyle ushered her inside. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘I made an online booking,’ she said. ‘A chocolate fountain and a disco ball.’
‘Of course.’ Kyle frowned. ‘They’re here. Somewhere.’
Emma spun in a slow circle, surveying all the clutter. ‘You really just lend all this stuff to people?
‘We really do,’ Kyle said. ‘For a small fee. All the items are donated, including the shipping containers. And the church lets us work from here rent free.’ As he was talking, he began to
