Chapter 48

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AN: Thank you all my readers who have been frequenting my chapters as of late. Thank you all for being my source of drive to continue to produce these chapters. This chapter came after a bit of thought and after more than a few prayers. I had to figure out the pacing as well as a few other course-of-event elements. But thankfully, the Lord helped me finish in a way that I am very much pleased with.

Thank you all for your support and your time. As always: Read, Review, and Enjoy. See you next chapter—Pagliacci-11.


Aelita returned to the dorm room, and in the cot's place stood a small twin mattress, and the covers and sheets were obviously of a quality a step above the standard fare most of the students would have gotten. Aelita gently sat on the bed, it was even of a different material. There were no springs. It was different, it was so very soft, Aelita sighed in contentment as she felt nothing but pure relaxation and comfort. Aelita groaned happily as she felt truly at ease. She sighed as she opened her eyes, and her eyes looked at Jacqueline's trunk that was now in the far corner just beneath the foot of the bed.

Aelita weighed a decision. The pros and cons of what she was considering were beyond substantial for either case. But she felt that considering recent events, to have a moment or two of clarity would be better than being hopelessly in a dog and pony show going in an eternal circle. Aelita got up from the bed, as much as her body screamed to return to the comfort, she had just experienced, and she gently locked the door. Kneeling beside the trunk, she snapped the clasps, and she opened the primary latch easing the trunk lid open.

Aelita carefully and methodically removed the piles of precisely folded clothes, memorizing the order they lay. In like manner, she proceeded to remove the soaps and shampoos. The small towels, Jacqueline for showers, Aelita also removed, uncovering under them, a thick book. Aelita took the book in her hands. It was packed, easily filling her hand, the pages were a bit yellowed on the edges, the binding was black leather, secured by buckle strap. Aelita unbuckled the strap, and she hesitated a moment, and then after an exhale, she opened the volume.

The first page read, "To my precious Jacqueline, I hope you find peace in your dream of going to France. Use this opportunity to find what honestly makes you happy.—Love Mom."

Aelita looked at the penmanship, it was exquisite and beautiful, and she could tell that it was written with care. Aelita turned the page, nothing was before her.

After she turned a few pages, she found an entry. "Smart," Aelita thought, "the first six pages are blank to deter anyone nosy."

She read the entry, "May 1st: Not much to report. I'm just glad I made landfall with minimal issues. I know very well that I am not an ocean-goer. Well, not in the traditional sense, anyway. It was nice seeing Cousin Lucas in Marseilles. He's grown since last I saw him. I can see why Uncle P talks the world of him. He's exceptionally bright, a bit impulsive with his rage, but who isn't at our age? Lucas is much how I thought he'd be, or rather, my memory is more reliable than I thought. However, that's okay. Tomorrow, I'm going to Bordeaux to check out this nation's form of wine country. I've heard many good things about it, so we'll see what's there."

Aelita turned the next page, "May 8thth: Interesting things happened today. I met some of daddy's friends from his days at Dartmouth. Heidi is a lovely woman; he talked the most about her and encouraged if I met her this trip, I should get to know her. I personally think she's a second daughter, honestly due to how daddy went on about her accomplishments. Heidi's not overly friendly, but friendly enough. I learned she's a specialist in her field. A Master of Medicines and is well-reputed as being one of the best neurosurgeons in France. I can see why daddy wanted me to meet her, she's a brilliant person, even though she has all the humor of an undertaker.

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