Girl: Do you have this book, something like, "keeping a secret about you"?
Me: Let's take a look in the catalogue. [Stalling for time while scrolling through titles in my mind.] Hmm, do you mean Keeping You a Secret?
Girl: Yes! I took a bus all the way from the South Common branch to here to get this book so I hope you have it.
I recognize it as a good title by Julie Peters, excellent writer of LGBT-themed girl books.
Me: Let's go over to the youth section to look for it.
Girl: Do you know any other good books? Anything LGBT! I want to read lots of LGBT stuff.
Me: You've come to the right place, we have a lot of it. I'm making a list now for our upcoming Pride display. [Technically speaking this is not true -- but I will be updating our list in about a month or so.]
Girl, pumping fist: Yes!
We get to the shelf... and it's there! Yay! We're both happy.
Girl: Is there any place I can charge my phone?
I point out some places she can hang out, she thanks me and leaves -- and I'm immediately sorry I didn't find another title for her.
I remember another good LGBT book, but my mind goes blank when I try to remember the title or the author's name. But I know around where it is on the shelf, so I walk quickly through the youth collection and spot it: The Vast Fields of Ordinary.
I grab it off the shelf and quickly walk around looking for the girl, hoping she is charging her phone. I spot her from across the floor and double-time it over to her.
Me: So glad you're still here! I have another book for you.
She takes it from me.
Girl: Great, I'll take this one, too. Thanks!
I'm totally casual on the outside, but inside I am almost crying from joy. This happens now. Easily, daily, in a perfectly no-big-deal way. Perhaps it should be unremarkable to me -- after all, I do live in Canada in the 21st Century. But this is a sea change I have seen in my lifetime and it fills me with such pride and joy.
I know it isn't like this everywhere, but because it is like this somewhere, it means it can be like this, one day, everywhere.
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