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‘She’s as real as you or me,’ he said.

‘She’s as real as you or me.’

My friend’s mother, the Librarian, died last week, aged 98. (My mother died a few years ago; her mother died years before that.) In the memorial book are pictures of the Librarian and her husband (both dead for many years) and their children, her sister, her brother and his wife. A picture of her at a family wedding in that olden time that we hope will never come again. A picture of her driving a cart and laughing in an old black-and-white photo taken in central Pennsylvania. Photos of her children, now grown, taken on vacation or in their own homes. A picture of her sitting at a typewriter writing some letters — probably to her children, the friends she didn’t have time to see much.

That was the Librarian.

My friend said her mother “wasn’t just a librarian,” as if we were talking about a store or a department store or some corporation. Of course, we’re not talking about a librarian in a city of a million people; we’re talking about my friend’s mother, whose name I don’t even remember. We’re talking about someone who was, quite literally, a saint. She was a nun for thirty years, and this was generally known, even though my friend was just a teen when her mother became a nun. To be a nun in those days meant something entirely different from being a nun today. (I know. I know. But I’ve taken some notes.)

The Librarian had no family, and her sister and brother and brother-in-law were all dead, so she was — and is — alone. There was no one else there to cry to when she was up to her eyes in the work of the Hospital. Then