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concentrated instead on remaining calm until we were in the air.
The plane was a small commuter job, so I experienced more than the normal anxiety on this flight. But it was a short hop to Atlanta (why are we flying south again?), where we made a quick transfer to the final plane for home.
As I sat once again in the window seat, I was again reminded of my sweet Betty. She would have loved this adventure, and I could certainly use her investigative skills to help me with what I had facing me back home.
“I love you,” I whispered to the window, and I heard her standard reply in my head, bringing a sad smile to my face and a tear to my eye.
“Back at-cha buddy.”
Chapter 15
August 21, 1998
The man returned to his quarters, hanging his hat on the pegs by the door with the others. Moving to the sink, he turned on the water before unbuttoning the soutane and reverently hanging it too on a peg by the door. Removing his undershirt and shorts, he then headed back to the sink. Taking up the large bar of lye soap, he started by lathering up his hands under the cold water before moving up his arms, scrubbing hard as he concentrated on cleansing one section of his body at a time. The ritual continued as he worked through the rest of the body, finished only when he rinsed off his head under the faucet.
Removing a threadbare towel from a hook on the wall, he then dried everything, again, seeming to punish his skin further by excessive rubbing. It was like he was trying to rub some unseen filth from his body. Clean undergarments appeared from a small drawer next to the sink and he put these on quickly. Walking over to the wall, he removed an old well-worn robe from another hook, slipping its comforting fabric over his head.
Pulling his leather testament from the soutane’s pocket, he headed across the room, kneeling in front of a small table as he lit a candle. He then crossed himself, kissed the cross on his neck, and opened the small book. Finding the right page, he started reading the dead language like it was spilling off of the page, the words running together in what sounded like a low mumble.
It came as it always did, first the calm enveloped him, increasing as he read farther on the page. Then the quiet would overtake him as his ears seemed to close off the mortal world around him. Sight was affected next, the darkness closing in around the outer edges of his vision, forcing his focus on the small volume gently held in his hands. As his vision blurred the letters on the page before him, he continued to recite the words from memory as the characters on the page seemed to melt into a series of straight lines.
From these lines would then miraculously form the words he had been seeking, the name of the next one, affirmation that his duty had been performed well and that his work should continue.
A smile formed on the man’s lips as he rejoiced in the continued confidence shown in his labors. Making a mental note of the name revealed, he would start the investigation the next morning, taking his time to ascertain all of the facts before coming up with a solution.
As he finished up, he again crossed himself before standing. As he tried to stand however, his legs gave out from under him. These sessions often took a lot out of him, many times making him too weak to walk. Slowly he pulled himself over to the old cot, pulling himself up and slowly rolling onto the blanket. Covered with sweat, he was nevertheless very happy, extremely happy. The exertions were yet another small price he must pay in the fulfillment of his mission.
The smile was still on his face as he fell instantly asleep, a dreamless and restorative sleep.
Chapter 16
August 21, 1998
June 1, 1997
My Dearest Betty,
I have found the work here to be hot, tiring, and monotonous. It appears to be exactly what I need to keep my mind off my failures of the other life, the life we shared together, the life I let slip through my fingers. I can
The plane was a small commuter job, so I experienced more than the normal anxiety on this flight. But it was a short hop to Atlanta (why are we flying south again?), where we made a quick transfer to the final plane for home.
As I sat once again in the window seat, I was again reminded of my sweet Betty. She would have loved this adventure, and I could certainly use her investigative skills to help me with what I had facing me back home.
“I love you,” I whispered to the window, and I heard her standard reply in my head, bringing a sad smile to my face and a tear to my eye.
“Back at-cha buddy.”
Chapter 15
August 21, 1998
The man returned to his quarters, hanging his hat on the pegs by the door with the others. Moving to the sink, he turned on the water before unbuttoning the soutane and reverently hanging it too on a peg by the door. Removing his undershirt and shorts, he then headed back to the sink. Taking up the large bar of lye soap, he started by lathering up his hands under the cold water before moving up his arms, scrubbing hard as he concentrated on cleansing one section of his body at a time. The ritual continued as he worked through the rest of the body, finished only when he rinsed off his head under the faucet.
Removing a threadbare towel from a hook on the wall, he then dried everything, again, seeming to punish his skin further by excessive rubbing. It was like he was trying to rub some unseen filth from his body. Clean undergarments appeared from a small drawer next to the sink and he put these on quickly. Walking over to the wall, he removed an old well-worn robe from another hook, slipping its comforting fabric over his head.
Pulling his leather testament from the soutane’s pocket, he headed across the room, kneeling in front of a small table as he lit a candle. He then crossed himself, kissed the cross on his neck, and opened the small book. Finding the right page, he started reading the dead language like it was spilling off of the page, the words running together in what sounded like a low mumble.
It came as it always did, first the calm enveloped him, increasing as he read farther on the page. Then the quiet would overtake him as his ears seemed to close off the mortal world around him. Sight was affected next, the darkness closing in around the outer edges of his vision, forcing his focus on the small volume gently held in his hands. As his vision blurred the letters on the page before him, he continued to recite the words from memory as the characters on the page seemed to melt into a series of straight lines.
From these lines would then miraculously form the words he had been seeking, the name of the next one, affirmation that his duty had been performed well and that his work should continue.
A smile formed on the man’s lips as he rejoiced in the continued confidence shown in his labors. Making a mental note of the name revealed, he would start the investigation the next morning, taking his time to ascertain all of the facts before coming up with a solution.
As he finished up, he again crossed himself before standing. As he tried to stand however, his legs gave out from under him. These sessions often took a lot out of him, many times making him too weak to walk. Slowly he pulled himself over to the old cot, pulling himself up and slowly rolling onto the blanket. Covered with sweat, he was nevertheless very happy, extremely happy. The exertions were yet another small price he must pay in the fulfillment of his mission.
The smile was still on his face as he fell instantly asleep, a dreamless and restorative sleep.
Chapter 16
August 21, 1998
June 1, 1997
My Dearest Betty,
I have found the work here to be hot, tiring, and monotonous. It appears to be exactly what I need to keep my mind off my failures of the other life, the life we shared together, the life I let slip through my fingers. I can
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