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blonde,
overly flirtation receptionist. Telling her that he had stopped by because he
wanted to donate a notebook – no a journal , yes he used the word
journal. She smiled at the thought and fingered the wafts of her auburn hair
that had fallen around her face.
    His
voice was soft. Pleasant , she thought. But a bit obsequious. Trying to
remain as still as she could in the hallway, she cocked her head to be able to
hear him better.
    He
said he had a journal of one of the original translators of the Dead Sea
Scrolls. That it was an untranslated copy of some of the manuscripts that he
had while he worked on them.
    She
straightened out her back. An original translator of the Dead Sea Scrolls? She strained to hear more.
    Oh
how nice, Blondie, the secretary had said.
    “Yes,”
he had said to Blondie, he thought it a nice gesture, too. He thought it would
be good to bring in the journal and have it added to the archive of the history
of the find. He told Blondie that he knew that there had been many donations
after the Jubilee from family and friends of the original translators, and he
wanted to give this in Dr. Margulies’ honor.
    “Dr.
Margulies’ honor?” she had asked.
    “Yes,
his father was one of the original translators,” he told her.
    A
broad smile came over her face. “Really?” Blondie had asked.
    “Yes,”
Ghazi said. He seemed excited to tell the story. “And this is his journal. It’s
very interesting. Here take a look. It is in his handwriting and in three
different languages.”
    “That’s
very nice.” Blondie was pouring on the charm.
    “Isn’t
it?” Ghazi had said. “Yes. He never knew his father. He died when Dr. Margulies
was quite young.”
    “And
what was his father’s name?” she had asked.
    “Dr.
Amos Sabir.”
    Standing
in the shadows of the hallway, she gasped when she heard that name. Dr. Sabir.
    Pressing
her back against the wall, she tried to catch her breath, and she now remembered
being so nervous. She slithered back until she thought she would be out of
sight and made her way back down the hallway.
    How
did Ghazi have Sabir’s notebook?
    Three
different languages .
That’s just what Samuel had told her. And she had promised him she would help
to keep that secret.
    Shaking
herself, she came back from her reverie. The thought of people seeing Dr.
Sabir’s notebook still made her shudder.
    She
stood with her hand on Ghazi’s desk and grabbed the collar of her sweater. She
knew at that moment, the moment she heard Dr. Sabir’s name, she had to get that
journal. She would find a way to get back into the office and get it. But
first, she had realized, she must silence Ghazi from uttering another word
about it. He’d already blabbed to Blondie. Who else had he told?
    A
sound outside of Ghazi’s door brought her attention back to the matter at hand.
She examined the wrapper, running her fingers over the face of it. “Dr. Justin
Dickerson.” She said, pleased with herself for finding it. “And in Cleveland,
Ohio, are you? I wonder what you might have found out from Dr. Sabir’s notebook.
You’ll be sorry if you’ve been snooping around in it. Ghazi could tell you how
sorry.” She giggled out loud. “If he could talk.”
    She
folded up the brown wrapping paper and put it inside her purse. She brushed the
hair off of her face, and tied the belt of her coat around her waist, popping
up the collar.
    Arriving
at the door, she placed her hand on the door knob, pulling it to her. Taking
one last look around, she sighed wistfully, “Now, Dr. Justin Dickerson,” she
said, “Let’s see what you’ve been up to.”

 
     
    Chapter
Three
    Cleveland
Heights , Ohio
    2011
     
    “So,
where is Atlantis?” my husband, Mase, asked out of the blue. We were sitting at
the kitchen table. Mase was reading the newspaper and I was picking greens to
cook for Sunday dinner.
    “What?”
I pulled a dark green leaf from the broad stem and dropped it into the large
bowl I was collecting them