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I’d stumbled across the Ark on our way to Paquin. I’d made inquiries after the Abbot and had been convinced I’d burned my chances when they claimed they’d never heard of him. So the message caught me by surprise. If I accepted the invitation, I would be in a position to find out more about the Ark and who was already in it. ''But why do you want to know?'' whispered my inner critic. ''Is it really to find out where the Abbot had gone? Or are you still trying to find Mike? To make amends for leaving him to face Miranda alone?''<br><br> | I’d stumbled across the Ark on our way to Paquin. I’d made inquiries after the Abbot and had been convinced I’d burned my chances when they claimed they’d never heard of him. So the message caught me by surprise. If I accepted the invitation, I would be in a position to find out more about the Ark and who was already in it. ''But why do you want to know?'' whispered my inner critic. ''Is it really to find out where the Abbot had gone? Or are you still trying to find Mike? To make amends for leaving him to face Miranda alone?''<br><br> | ||
| − | I put the databook aside on the bed before I could touch the keys and tried not to remember that hitch in | + | I put the databook aside on the bed before I could touch the keys and tried not to remember that hitch in his shoulders when he’d stifled the impulse to hug me in greeting, that night I went to say goodbye. He’d known before I’d said it. I’d never been able to hide anything from him and now, almost a year and a half later, I wondered what else he’d seen. Self-deception had played a major role in my psychological make-up. It was something I’d finally come to see and had taken pains to correct, but there were things that I still could not acknowledge that others saw plain as day. If he stood here tonight, this moment, what would Mike see? A genuine curiosity about a clandestine community asking me to join them? Or a pathetic attempt to atone for a transgression no amount of punishment could ever absolve? I picked up my databook and read the message again. <br><br> |
''Two of every sort shalt thou bring into the ark … Whom do you bring?'' <br><br> | ''Two of every sort shalt thou bring into the ark … Whom do you bring?'' <br><br> | ||
