the table covered with newspapers a

the table covered with newspapers and magazines. It was a
very small library.
'Do you like it here?' she asked.
'It's OK,' said Tom. 'I'm paid quite .well and I've got a lot to do.'
Rita moved closer to Tom and whispered. 'It's boring, isn't it?' 'All jobs are boring,' said Tom. 'No,' said Rita, 'not all jobs are boring.' Rita looked at Tom and smiled. Tom was embarrassed.
His face felt hot. He did not know what to say. Tom looked towards the window. 'I think it's stopped raining,' he said quickly. He tried to point at the window and knocked over a pile of books. Rita laughed and began moving away. When she reilCh~d>the door she turned and waved." .
Tom wanted to call out to her, 'Rita, you're right. My job is boring. I hate this library. I'm an artist. I don't want a career as a librarian. I want to paint and take photographs.'
But she had gone.