Standing there, staring at the long shelves crammed with books, I felt myself relax and was suddenly at peace.
What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies. " "We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?" "Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.