“Told you she wouldn’t get it,” Josh said. “She doesn’t watch enough TV.”

He made it sound like a criticism, not a compliment. “Wouldn’t get what?”

Donna pulled out a chair. “Minnie, please sit down.”

I half laughed, but sat. “This is starting to feel like an intervention.”

“And I told you she would get it,” Holly said smugly.

Josh rolled his eyes. “Not right away. Doesn’t count.”

“Children,” Donna said sharply. “Not the time or place. Now. Minnie.” She sat in a chair opposite me. “You have spent the last three and a half years getting our wonderful bookmobile up and running and fully operational. It is a runaway success, far more than most people would have dreamed.”

“Including me,” I murmured.

“Right,” Holly said. “You planned for every situation except one.”

Gareth nodded. “A fast expansion. It’s the downfall of many companies. You spend so much time figuring the start-up that you don’t have enough time to give thought to managing growth.”

I sighed. He was right. They were all right. I’d never expected to spend as much time in the bookmobile as I did in the library, and I was struggling to make it all work.

“And there’s something you need to know,” Donna said gently.

Kelsey topped off my coffee. “Here. You’re going to want this.”

“There’s brownies for after,” Holly said. “We just need to get through this first.”

Frowning, I put my mug down. “Get through what?”

Donna put a hand on my shoulder. “Minnie. As much as we love the bookmobile and what it’s done for outreach and bringing joy to all, there’s one little problem.”

I waited. No one said a word. “What’s the problem?” I finally asked.

There was a shuffling of feet while everyone looked at each other. Finally, Holly said bluntly, “None of us like being on it.”

“You . . . what?” I stared at them, not comprehending. “What do you mean?”

“The bookmobile is great,” Josh said. “But of all the people that went with you the last few weeks, a total of none of them liked it.”

“But . . . but . . .” My mouth hung open.

“Minnie, I’m sorry.” Gareth’s gentle voice was soothing. “It turns out that riding on the bookmobile is a special skill set and we don’t have it.”

“But . . .” But after that one word, I didn’t know what else to say.

“I know Graydon wants extra trips and visits,” Holly said. “And I don’t know how you’re going to figure that all out, because none of us are going to volunteer to go along.”

“Sorry, Minnie,” Donna said. “I really am. It’s just that being in a vehicle for so many hours, even one as big as the bookmobile, fires up my claustrophobia.”