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at me patiently. “Okay, so he was the first in his family to not be raised in Egypt.  He comes from a very long bloodline of respectable Egyptians.  I think it traces back to some king, actually, thousands of years ago. They visited there a lot when Dad was younger so he saw and learned about Egypt; but he never lived there.  He majored in History and was a professor for awhile, and he was always studying ancient Egypt.”  Looking sideways at Chris, I see I have his full attention and I’m encouraged to continue.
    “Mom and Dad went to Egypt two summers ago for their Anniversary.  It was a surprise trip that Dad planned out of the blue.  You already know he was killed there.  Well, I found this old book Saturday left out in his office and Mom told me yesterday that as he was dying, he told her to give it to me after the meteor shower.”
    “Well that’s really weird,” Chris says, looking at me very curiously now.
    “I know.  He had talked a lot about the Holocene shower before, because astronomy was another thing he loved.  But I have no idea why it would be so important.  Mom said the book was in his bag during the trip, which means he had it there with them in Egypt.  It doesn’t make any sense.  I can’t wrap my brain around it.”
    “What was in the book?”
    Looking away from him, I find the dirt clod again.  “I wasn’t sure at first.  It’s in Latin.  Last night I did some searching on-line and figured out it was titled ‘Ancient Egypt History’ which didn’t surprise me.  There were some hieroglyphics in the text and stuff.  Other than that, there were just a bunch of notes my dad wrote all over it, but nothing that means anything to me.  Then, last night I had a dream.”
    Brave ly, I meet his eyes now, hoping that he won’t think I’m crazy.  I tell him about it; all of it.  Even the whispers in the woods I heard on Saturday, because for some reason I think it’s all related.  I finish by explaining how I found the penciled words in the book and what it spelled out.  Taking the folded sheet of paper from my pocket, I hand it to him and then sit back to wait for a response.
    Chris stares intently at the piece of paper in his hand, brows furrowed.  He even turns it over to make sure there isn’t anything on the other side.  Finally, after what seems like forever, he raises his eyes and meets my own.  “I guess we need to figure out where this vulture wants you to go.”
    A flood of relief washes over me and without thinking, reach out and hug him.  Not one of those nice little A-frame hugs either, but a full out bear hug that almost knocks him off the bench.
    Laughing, he steadies himself and I qu ickly pull away.  “I’m sorry!” I gasp, embarrassed.  “I’ve felt so alone these past couple of days and I haven’t known what to do.  Thank you for helping me.”
    “That’s what friends do, Alex.  I think we need to stick together right now.  I’ve been feeling that there is something more going on than appears.  I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s there.  That you’re dad seemed to know something unusual would happen after the meteor shower and is apparently now trying to communicate with you about it…well, we need to learn what it is.”
    Warmed by his offer of friendship and encouraged to have someone to talk to, I feel much better. Looking quickly at the clock, I see that there’s only a couple of more minutes left of lunch.  The cafeteria is emptying out as kids march past us on their way to fifth period.  “What now?”
    “Tonight, you need to rack your brain and try to figure out what he means by that vulture.  It seems like the word hollow is an important clue.  Make out a list of possibilities…anything at all.”
    “Do you t hink they’ll call off school?” I ask, disappointed to have to wait until tomorrow.
    “Definitely. I work in the office second period and they were printing out the letters then.  I can’t