C14 Library talks

"Hello, Mr. Banks," I called out to the old man who owns the library.

"Mr Banks!!! Where are you?" I yelled again, my hands cupped around my mouth to mimic a child's voice. "Jesus, child, do you want to spoil my eardrums?

You know I'm an old man," he said, covering his ears. "Sorry, Mr. Banks," I apologized with a sympathetic voice. "Here, sir, I'm done with the books you gave me the other day