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"Okay so you are unsure of what to ask, that's not a problem. I will tell you everything I know and try to answer all of your questions which will be answerable." He stood up and walked towards his desk and picked up a book with red embellishments decorating it. "So let me tell you a story, maybe e that will help you to decide what should you ask? Okay?" "Okay," he smiled warmly and opened the book and opened a particular page. I couldn't see what he was writing because he was standing feeling feet away from me.

When you stay alone for as long as I did, what better way is there to spend part of your time so you won't feel alone? I clear my throat. "What is the book about?" I say, pointing to his hands. "It's about a man who has to decide between saving his wife or his newborn son in a fire outbreak." I wince. That sounds harsh. Only if I understood French. I ran my hands over the front cover, mulling over what I was about to say next. "Can I ask you a question?" "Isn't that what you've been doing since we got to France?" "I meant something personal this time."

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/ Nozomi wasted no time in transforming and leaving through the shadows. While she was out, she questioned her book, “Can’t you books sense or see other magical people in the area? Or do you just choose not to say it?” “What do you think?” “What exactly are you books? Why are you books here? How did you come about? Are all of you the same?” Nozomi wondered aloud. Her book chuckled. “Ever the curious one.” “One day, I’ll get the answers.” “I look forward to that. Maybe then I’ll get my answer too.”

Then he exited. “That was close” I murmured as I packed the books leaving out just the last one I found. I covered it with my jacket running to my room. Darkness enveloped the sky again– it was night. As I freshened up to sleep, visuals of last night dreams started flashing back to my mind. I paused taking a deep breath. “Relax Aria, you will find an answer to your questions when you reda the book.” the book looked like it had a lot in them and maybe I could find pieces of what is happening to me.

He opens the green notebook. He has, as promised, fourteen questions. He asks them in the order he has written them not mechanically, with the specific attention of someone who has thought about the sequence and arranged it to build understanding progressively. Irina answers each one fully, without shortening, without performing patience. She treats the questions with the respect that good questions deserve from someone who has been waiting to answer them for a very long time. At question seven he asks: "Did you love him?" The table goes slightly quiet.

Shaking my head and breaking whatever trance Noah had me under, I turned back to my book, focusing on the first page. The mysteries of life can only be solved by asking questions. Was the first line under Chapter one . I groaned inwardly, fighting back the urge to slap the book on my forehead. Was this a temptation? Why would the book start with that. I tried to make eye contact with the other books but it was too far away. I was sure the other ones wouldn't start with this. Or maybe it's a sign . A sign from the universe to take my chances. A go ahead from the moon goddess. Maybe asking Noah personally wasn't a bad idea. What exactly could go wrong?