Her facial expression was dull and boring as she gazed at the leather bound book on the table.
"I'm not reading it," she would mutter.
"Why not?" The old maid asked.
"Because..." she began to whine, "It's musty and old! Smells like dead people too!"
The maid frowned, sarcastic thoughts already going through her mind. "Read it or you'll be seeing dead people!" The maid bellowed, swatting Mimi on the head.
When she left, Mimi threw the book into the fireplace. Dancing, she squealed, "Down with books!"
Pity the book, for it did not deserve the wraith of Mimi.