Arabe’s eyes lingered with disbelief, the message from Aunt Beverly had passed on was...


    She could hardly believe it.


    That was impossible?!


    How could it be them?


    “Could you read those poems for me or buy me a book of poetry?” Tears welled up in Beverly''s eyes, her voice quivering like a


    fragile crystal in the quiet room.


    “Are those poems fascinating as Auntie says?”


    “When you read it, Arabe, you''ll be blown away. It''s even more stunning than you could imagine,” Beverly added, “It''s worth


    reading, | promise.”


    “Alright,” Arabe nodded, “Romeo and | will definitely read it. If it''s as stunning as you im, I''lle back and talk about the


    poem and poets with you.”


    “I''ll hold you to that,” Beverly couldn''t help but remind her. “Stay safe.”


    Arabe knew her aunt was worried about her safety. With a nod of understanding, Arabe reassured her, “Don’t worry, Auntie.”


    “Until next time.”


    “Goodbye.” Arabe stood up and walked out.


    Watching Arabe’s departing figure, tears suddenly fell from Beverly''s eyes like rain.


    Her niece was too smart. too sharp, indeed.


    As soon as Arabe stepped out of the detention center, she immediately dialed Stewart''s number.


    Stewart was midway through a mouthful of pastries, speaking through a muffled voice, “Hello, Ms. Be.”


    “Before Sam passed, he pointed outside. Had he seen a book of poetry written by Thomas??” Arabe cut to the chase.


    “Book of poetry??” Stewart swallowed his food with effort, racking his brain, “I don''t think so. Oh, wait, | just remember that


    before he died, we had walked through a bookstore, of course there are collections of poems. Holy smokes, Ms. Be, you got


    some kind of sixth sense? How did you know that?”


    Arabe didn’t linger on the phone. She hung up and called Romeo, who picked up shortly after.


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    Arabe ryed the clues she had gathered.


    Beverly had mentioned two brilliant


    poets, Thomas Gray and John


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