I'm Leaving for Leaving?

He had only taken the damn thing out of politeness to the old librarian who insisted he have it. What could he have done? He had, after all, come in here trying to sell her a brand new rotary phone and the woman had bought two. One stood on the counter right now, blood, bread, and polished to a mirror sheen. She said, I encourage you to look again. Perhaps you missed it. But he gave an exaggerated sigh. The truth was, he hadn't set eyes on the book since the first day he borrowed it,. Had even forgotten about it until he received the overdue notice yesterday.