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“Actually, yes. I was with Emiline…er, I mean Miss Emmie and she taught me…um…” She stopped abruptly as if she had said something wrong. Gabe was happy to learn the companion’s full name—although Emmie suited her much better for some reason. All eyes turned toward Lady Sarah, waiting for her to finish her story. Gabe’s cousin, Rebecca, snorted a rude laugh. “Your companion taught you how to play? Are you saying this game is a servant’s game?”

Sent a big wave of shivers slithering down your spine like a snake. "And this is my room." You silently gawk at the size of the bedroom, eyes roaming through every corner until they stop at the beautiful chandelier hanging just at the center of the ceiling. An astonishing smile unknowingly plasters your lips. The pretty sequence looks like stars from down there. Zale’s heart flips. "Just wait until you see my toys." You move your eyes to the cute kid-sized castle resting at the corner of the room. Sprawled around its space were another bunch of different types of toys.

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

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I look over to where Primus had been sitting not so long ago. What's this? Primus left something behind. A book? Was this the gift he meant to give me? It is a small thing, dainty. I cannot imagine someone as large as Primus ever reading this because how could he ever hold onto it without breaking it? It looks so precious, and fragile. Even as a child, I can't imagine he would have been small or careful enough to read it. Gently, as if lifting a rose from a vase, I pick up the blush pink volume, marveling at the delightful texture of its silk binding, the title embroidered in gold. While I might not know many words yet, I know enough that I can read the title of this book.

The rest are pretty though. Without much preamble, she digs through a drawer and slides three books across the desk toward me. One is a brightly illustrated children’s book. Another is slimmer, worn at the edges. The last is thick and also worn out. “Finish these by the end of the week. Memorize them.” I blink. “By the end of the week?” “Is there a problem?” “…No.” My gaze drops to the books. “Why the children’s one?” “Because you lack basic knowledge even toddlers know.”

She gets to what looks like the smallest book in the session and she hears a whisper. As she brings her finger back to the book she hears, “Yes!” She grabs it and she opens it. It's so small she reads it within a few hours. She goes at it in awe. She retreads it and is still shocked and blown away by how much valuable information this tiny book contains. She's about to put it away when she hears, “Memorize it!” Jolene repeats, “Memorize?” The voice repeats, “Learn it, live it, love it!”