Maybe Shef and I are fighting over a book. The book is called Running with the Buffaloes. It's by Chrs Lear, and it chronicles the 1998 Colorado University cross country season.

The book is technically Shef's, as it was given to him as a gift by his godmother. But, I want to read it, too.

Sometimes I just read it to him, but last night, I had to go to bed earlier. I took the book from his room and read it until the words got all swimmy on the page in front of me. To be helpful to Shef, I put it on Dan's nightstand by the door, so he could find it.

Sure enough, it was gone in the morning.

Maybe we're good sharers. Just two runners liking the same book.