How would you interpret the phrase “preside over the crypt”?
The library has opened two days a week now. Evidently the polio germ takes a rest on Mondays and Fridays. Well, three cheers for the brave ladies who volunteered to preside over the crypt. Not a soul in the place, the perfect opportunity to walk about openly carrying Look Homeward, Angel and Tropic of Cancer without raising an eyebrow. All of Henry Miller in fact, I’ll take the whole pile, and Kinsey too.
How would you interpret the phrase “preside over the crypt” in the context?
Thanks. And this excerpt is taken from The Lacuna by Kingsolver.