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An overweight Maine coon cat dozed in an open bedroom window, his bulk pressed against the screen so that the gentle breeze of the summer night could ruffle his long yellow fur. With a start, he went on alert. A moment later, he leapt from the windowsill to the top of the dresser and from there to the foot of the bed. He landed squarely on Liss MacCrimmon Ruskin's bare legs.

A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the woods, I thought, especially at night.

Her eyes popped open in time to see flames shoot up behind the first-floor windows of Angie's Books. Angie! Where was Angie? Where were her children? The bookstore owner lived in the apartment above her shop with sixteen-year-old Beth and twelve-year-old Bradley. The Moosetookalook Fire Department was located right next door, housed in part of the town's redbrick municipal building. The overhead door had already been raised. As Liss watched, unable to move, unable to look away, the truck pulled out, maneuvering so that it could get closer to the burning building.

Except for the shapes of the windows, backlit by the streetlights that dotted the perimeter of the Moosetookalook town square, Liss could see very little in the darkness of the room she shared with her husband. The two front windows were raised as far as they would go, since Liss had been taught at an early age that fresh air was one of nature's best sleep aids. She had never had any reason to doubt that small bit of folk wisdom.

She made an inarticulate sound of distress at the sight that met her eyes. It was a fire, and it was the bookstore on the far side of the square that was burning.

Rick nudged Amelia and grinned. “Hey, stick with me baby, and I’ll keep you in shape. Good food. Exercise. Fun games. You name it.” He wiggled his eyebrows flirtatiously. “And plenty of lovin’. I guarantee it.” An elderly couple sat on a bench, gazing at the scenery. The man grinned at Rick as he approached and gave an approving nod. Apparently they had heard his insinuations. Rick had spoken loud enough. “You’ve got the right idea, young man,” said the elderly gentleman as he winked at his wife. “Plenty of lovin’. That’s what we do for sure.

She smiled at his flirtations. “Have I ever told you how incorrigible you are?” He chuckled. “Several times. But I do have some redeemable qualities. Don’t you think?” She kissed him lightly on the lips. “You sure do.” “Name one.” “Well!” Amelia tapped her forehead as if to think. Do you mean besides being so irresponsible that it drives me crazy? Well, I have to say that you’re not bad to look at. That why I keep you around.” A smile was playing at the corners of Rick’s lips and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. Without warning, he pulled her into his arms and gave a kiss to remember.

Alaska Dispatch said the disappearance never made it into the Newspapers at the time, and adds, “His vanishing is like all the others, who over the years have turned to ghosts; their disappearances leaving no trace of them at all behind...

Access to the public library should be a basic human right.

To be remembered is a simple thing to do. The fact is, people don’t miss others just because they feel like missing them. It’s when your absence leaves a vacuum that people miss you. Unforgettable is about creating your own space—a space that would be left bare in your absence.