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Anton felt as if he was sitting on burning charcoals since
he still didn’t know what to do with Dylan’s diary. Two days
had passed since the killing of Father Thomas and things in the
School had almost returned to normalcy except for the ones
who knew certain things others didn’t know. Anton’s wonder
was mostly based on his perception of what a Christian should be
and how a Christian should behave and the church people who
should always discern between good and evil and should always,
as was expected of them, choose good, and follow good, and do
good, which stood opposite what had transpired within the walls
of the mausoleum. This was Anton’s most basic wonder why these
atrocities and abuses had to occur in such a place and under the
authority of the most powerful Christian entity of the country.
Yet he also knew that people are always people and they always
behave in such an unjustifiable way and a person with common
sense feels so disappointed by such behavior.
Anton had his supper with his parents. His dad, discerning
certain emotional stress on his son during their supper and after
he sat by the window he called him to come and sit close to him.
“What is it that bothers you son?”
“I’m puzzled. I don’t know what to do with the diary. The
old man said I’d do what is best, but what’s that best?” Anton
replied.
His father looked at his son’s eyes, seeing the uncertainty
that was surely obvious and since he wanted to calm him down,
undoubtedly that was his concern at this moment, he said, “perhaps
you could let it be and trust that your heart will give you
guidance soon” to which Anton smiled, his father would always
say something vague and philosophical which eventually, on
second thought, would make sense. For this he didn’t ask anything
else but he got up saying…
Manolis Aligizakis 