“Yes, sir.” She understood the man without further explanation. Her haunting eyes were moist and he wondered why, but he wouldn’t ask. She seemed more at peace now than in the last few days, that was all he cared to know.
“And here,” he said, as he withdrew a book from a stack beside the table. “Something for you to write in. Record your feelings. I think it’s worth the effort when you’re in serious training, as you will be in the next couple weeks.”
She stared at the volume and then took it gingerly from his hand. The book had a cloth cover in a pretty Oriental design of flowers and birds.
“And you’ll read what I say?”
“No, this is just for you. I’m going to demand a lot from you. I thought you might need some private place to sort out your thoughts. You do it in that book… leave y
