Noel Flair: leadership
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“Here it is.” Glenn pulled a tattered notebook off a shelf and handed it to his sister.
Elizabeth placed the binder against the dark, opening it carefully.
The notebook was encased in a sheet of torn brown leather. A golden flame was stamped on the front.
Elizabeth flipped the cover open as a folded letter dropped and floated to the floor.
On the side that faced up was written in loopy handwriting Elizabeth.
She bent down and picked it up, unfolding it slowly.
It revealed lines of a handwritten letter in a language that was again unrecognizable to me.
“Jack, can you do anything here?” Elizabeth stepped aside to allow him a better view of the letter.
“Hebrew.” He informed us. “Give me a minute.” Jack concentrated on the page, preparing to give us a translation.
I looked up briefly to find Hunter entering the overcrowded office flanked by Thomas.
Thomas shook his head as if to say he was as confused as I was.
“Ok, I think I know what it is trying to say,” Jack spoke up, returning my attention to the letter.
The teens fell to a hush as everyone hoped the letter would give us a clue.
Jack pointed at the writing as he spoke.
To my sweet Elizabeth,
I knew this day would come. I hoped your sweet little Glenn would not have to be there too, but I fear that may have happened. Oh, my little girl, you do not deserve this. The world does not deserve this. But you must continue. Trust what I say. My dear Elizabeth, you must go to where Paris meets the sky. Do not stop until you get there. Have courage, my dear one.
With much love until the end of time,
your grandfather, Herold Louge
ns 15.158.61.20da2
