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Chapter 11, Part IIChapter 11, Part II
While Salomus and Sudoku were outside, enjoying each others' company, the dining hall was buzzing with excitement. Nearly everyone had witnessed Sal's fierce assault on his adversary. None of that mattered to the two Talmi. They were getting to know each other much better, feeling closer after the incident. Milo and Breya did likewise behind them. Salomus was showing Sudoku some of his sketches, though he made sure to hide his picture of her until the time was right, and he skipped completely over the many name-doodles. It turned out that even though she was not the best of artists, Sudoku did enjoy viewing others' drawings and paintings. She loved nearly every one of his pictures, from even a thoughtless doodle to his prized drawings, which were in full colour. One of them was a picture of May, which he had done shortly before leaving for MemTech.
"These are great!" Sudoku praised. "I can't draw worth a damn."
"Nonsense. There's no such thing as someone who cannot
Salomus Chapter 11, Part IChapter 11 The First Day of School (Part I)
Salomus came awake abruptly when a heavy object landed on his stomach. The first thing he saw was Sudoku standing over him, with a large textbook in her hands, as though she was about to drop that on him too.
"Get up, you useless lump," She told him. "I bet you didn't think to bring any sort of alarm clock, did you?"
"No, I didn't. I forgot all about it. Sorry," he apologised.
"Well, I'm not going to wake you up every day, so you'd better get one, and fast. You're lucky I didn't let you miss your first class."
"Oh, right. Thanks. Anyway, couldn't I just set Milo to go off every morning?"
"Yes, you could," Milo said, coming out of nowhere. "But that wouldn't be very nice. I don't like being used as an alarm clock and not treated as a companion."
"I'm sorry. I'll just have to get an alarm clock as soon as I can."
"Well, fortunately for you, I was smart enough to bring one," Sudoku said. "I'll turn up the volume on it so it'll wake both o
Chapter 10 - MemTechChapter 10 MemTech
Salomus woke early the next morning, feeling alert and ready, despite the fact that he hardly slept more than six hours. May was up within a few minutes. They sat down for one last breakfast together. While they were eating, Sal went over his list of supplies with her.
"Uniform?" she asked.
"Check. Both of them," he answered.
"How are you on writing utensils?"
"I've got a whole pocket full. Pencils, pens, markers and even a quill for some reason. I don't know why. Quills are just awesome."
"I've put all of my new clothes and my human ones in there."
"The school should provide you with textbooks as part of your scholarship, so you should be alright on those."
"Speaking of books," he said, "I went out and got you this while you were running your errands." He handed her a small, rectangular-shaped object covered in gift wrap.
"Sara told me that you had been eyeing this for a while," he told her. "So I went out and sold my old music player to an
Salomus Chapter 9Chapter 09 To Kill a Weekend
Finding MemTech uniforms was simple enough, but finding one that actually fit Salomus was another story. Everything he tried on was too small. The largest pair he found only met his ankles. When a store clerk came over to see what the problem was, she gave out a yelp of surprise.
"Goodness, you're a big fellow," she said, upon seeing Salomus leave the fitting room, wearing yet another undersized uniform.
"Yeah. That's the problem. I can't find a uniform that fits," he replied. "Everything is too small. Don't you have anything bigger?"
"I'm afraid that's about the largest we have. Are you sure you're still a student?"
"Yep. I just happen to be really, really tall. And I'm only going to get bigger, so I'll need something that I can grow into."
He eventually had to get one custom-tailored to fit him. While they were waiting for the uniform to be finished, they looked around for some more casual clothing. Fortunately, it was a lot easier to find shorts i
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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