Thomas Flair: encouragement
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The room echoed with applause as everyone congratulated the older boy.
Jack lifted the golden Pendant to show his engravement.
A Japanese figure sat in the middle surrounded by the now-familiar series of symbols.
“It means speech,” Jack translated for us as he gripped his Pendant firmly in his hands.
James and David stepped forward to congratulate their friend personally.
Elizabeth handed the paper she was holding to me, pointing to a drawing at the bottom.
Jack’s Flair symbol.
“So, these are the Flairs we are going to get,” I wondered aloud.
She shrugged in response then motioned Noel over.
“Ok, so I don’t know if this is important,” Elizabeth began, “but my grandfather also had a diary. I think it might be in my mom’s office.”
Noel nodded vigorously. “Yes! Direct us to it!”
Elizabeth and Noel led the teens out of the attic and downstairs.
I saw Hunter drop back from the group, grab a bag that was lying nearby and shove something into it.
“You good, man?” I called to him, waiting at the top of the stairs.
“What?” he turned around to face me. “Yeah. All good.”
“Ok.” I looked at him skeptically. “If you know something we don’t, it would probably be a good idea to tell someone. Now isn’t the time for secrets,” I reminded him.
“Yeah. Right. Totally. Sorry,” he stumbled over himself. “This is something personal.” He slung his bag over his shoulder and brushed past me downstairs.
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