When Amira stepped into the village library, a handwritten sign hung on the reading-room door: CLOSED UNTIL THE KEY IS FOUND. Mr Cole was searching beneath the desk nearby. The reading club was due to start in ten minutes.
Amira remembered seeing him water the plants outside. She checked the watering can, but it held only a little water. Beside it lay his gardening gloves. One glove had a strange lump near the fingertips.
“May I look inside?” she asked. Mr Cole nodded. The key slipped onto her palm.
“I put it there to keep it safe,” he said. “Then I forgot where safe was!”
Amira unlocked the reading-room door while he put the gloves away. Soon, three children hurried in with books under their arms. Mr Cole placed a small bowl beside the desk and dropped the key into it. Before the reading club began, he wrote one word on the bowl: KEYS.