Tonight we were invited to a neighbor's for pizza, and while we were there, he remembered to return a book to me.
That was wonderful, except for one thing. It wasn't my book. He said that in that case, he had no idea who had lent it to him. But... I should take it and read it because it was a good book.
Not too long ago another friend returned a set of casette tapes that she said she'd packed when she moved and then forgotten to return. And again... they weren't mine.
If you lend your books, do you remember who you lent them to? We should all be keeping track of such things if we happen to want them back, but I'm not good at it at all. But at least, lately, I've started writing "Please return to Marte Cliff" inside the front cover.
I might not remember, but if the friend I lent them to happens to think about returning them, at least he or she will know where they belong.
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