"Well?" Orien's uncle stands in the doorway, scowling. Orien hides the book behind her back.
"Uh, I was, um, looking for something to read," she says feebly.
"This isn't your library, it's my merchandise." He comes closer. "What's that you're holding? Is it one of my books?!"
"No, it's not," Orien says, edging away. "It's definitely not." She can't hold back a giggle. "You can check the lists."
Her uncle sighs, and drops the subject. "Orien. You will be ready for tomorrow?"