In the Library

One day, Grandma (great) Manya disappeared again. At first, no one noticed this. However, at eleven in the evening, the closest relatives became worried and raised distant relatives to their feet. And at midnight, as usual, all the standard locations were checked: the dacha, friends, hospitals. Unpleasant options were also considered and did not bring any results (fortunately). The whole family gathered in great-grandmother's living room at a large round table, but no one ate or drank anything. Everyone just sat and thought about what to do next. They were thinking, not discussing, because everything that could be said had already been said.

About three o'clock in the morning, a door slammed in the hall. Then, the rustling noise of outerwear and shoes was heard. The living room door creaked open, and Grandma Manya walked in with her large bag on her shoulder. She stopped and looked attentively at those present through her big, almost square glasses. The silence hung in the room and became tangible, and apparently sensing this, the great-grandmother decided to break it first.

"Goood evening," she said slowly, drawing out the "O" as usual.

Then, without waiting for an answer, Manya calmly walked through the living room and opened the door to her bedroom. At that moment, her daughter regained her ability to speak, and she asked loudly and indignantly, "Mother! Where were you?"

Great-grandmother froze for a moment, her hand still gripping the door handle. She turned her head and quietly answered, "In the library."

This answer aroused even more sumptuous anger in her daughter, and she raised her voice to another tone, "What a library! It's fifteen minutes to three in the morning!!!"

Manya fetched a sigh and said patiently, "The person to whom I must report hasn't yet been born."

On that note, she entered her room, carefully closed the door and clicked the lock from the inside.

Relatives began to rise from their seats and go home. It was getting light behind the windows.