Opening hours

The library will be closing in ten minutes said a loudspeaker voice. There was an instant movement as books were closed; papers folded, feet shuffled, pens clipped into pockets and bags closed.
The chief librarian Miss Fotherite stood behind her counter poised as though to repel boarders on the deck of the Victory, the queue dwindled down and she had just stamped the last borrower when another one suddenly appeared from the History section (516.2 to 1001.08).
She took his card scanned it then looked up 'Mr Jenkens?' she said in a querying tone. Mr Jenkens nodded then said 'yes' in case she missed the nod. She looked at the two books he had proffered for inspection then looked at the screen. 'Your record shows that you have two books overdue by some three weeks!'
Mr Jenkens affected a puzzled look. 'No one said anything when I came in!'
Miss Fotherite's face hardened. 'That's because when you came in you didn't bring any books back to be checked, did you?' Mr Jenkens decided to bluster 'I've been coming here long enough, any one of you could have told me! Anyway I don't have any overdue books!'
Miss Fotherite's face had now taken on the appearance of best feldspar granite 'Mr Jenkens' she said her voice rising by three decibels… at this point the junior librarian appeared. 'Is everything all right' she said, alarmed by the raised voices. Miss Fotherite swung round to look at her junior. 'Everything is quite all-right Sandra, said Miss Fotherite 'you go now, I will lock up when I have finished with this', she paused, 'gentleman'. Sandra murmured something about 'if you're sure' then with a quick glance at Mr Jenkens muttered 'Goodnight' and hurried out shutting the library door.
Miss Fotherite turned back to Mr Jenkens but before she could speak Mr Jenkens said 'Shouldn't you lock the door?'
Miss Fotherite looked at him, then came out from behind the counter, locked the door and returned motioning Mr Jenkens to go into her office. Once inside they stood glaring at each other, then fell together like all-in wrestlers except all-in wrestlers rarely if ever used a grip which included rapturous kissing.
Later as they were leaving the library Mr Jenkens smiled at Miss Fotherite and whispered 'Same time next week?' Miss Fotherite did not smile back. 'Yes' she said 'and remember to bring those books back'. Mr Jenkens looked downcast 'Yes' he said 'of course, sorry' but on his way home Mr Jenkens knew he would never find those books and so did Miss Fotherite...