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certain. Today though, when you went out for groceries, I received what may be a sentence, again in Latin would be my best guess.”
    “What do you think it means?”
    “For now, I don’t have a clue, I mean, I simply don’t.”
    “I’ll keep a close eye on you.”
    “I know you will. Just before eating, I sent a response, at least I think I did.”
    “What say we head over to Morris Library tomorrow?”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    “Now, after an incredible meal like the one we just had, and here, under this gorgeous night sky, with all the little forest creatures beginning to serenade us, how can you resist this body any longer?” Layla said in a deep voice.
    “I can’t,” Denise said as they kissed deeply.
     
     
     
4
    Library
     
    The first to wake up again, something that seemed to be the norm for her since the first odyssey began with the members of the Tyrine nearly a year before, Denise put on a pot of coffee and hopped in the shower. Unlike the small trailer she lived in back then, she could brew a pot of coffee and if the bedroom door were closed on the other side of the house, the smell would not instantly wake Layla up.
    When she exited the shower, she put on a thong and poured herself a large cup of coffee before bringing her MacBook Pro out of sleep to check her email. She had so many accounts it usually took her a while to weed out all the junk and get to messages worth reading or replying to.
    With the email out of the way she opened Google and searched Learn Latin. The reviews convinced her to order the Rosetta Stone software. It taught the version of Latin spoken by the Romans. I don’t know why, but I think I’m going to need this.
    She spent the better part of an hour researching online, discovering that Coventina was indeed a Romano-British goddess of wells and springs. Hmm. So, she is also a Celtic river goddess known for healing hey? Also a name given to Anglo Saxon girls with multiple meanings, water goddess, name of the nymph.
    “You’ve found another?” Layla whispered, walking from the bedroom towards the kitchen.
    “Yes, yes I have,” Denise said.
    “That’s nice,” Layla said through half open eyes, sitting on the couch next to her holding a cup of coffee. “One of these days I am going to be up before you and make the coffee.”
    “I like making coffee.”
    “And I like drinking it,” Layla softly giggled. “So who is the goddess?”
    Denise explained what she had found out so far about the name Coventina.
    “I am fascinated. What would we do without the internet?”
    “Weep, often,” Denise laughed. “Oh yes, I ordered up some language software, going to take a crash course in Latin, since it might be important to actually have a clue about what is going on in my noodle.”
    “Maybe I should learn with you?”
    “I think you should, then we can talk about people and they will have absolutely no clue what we are saying,” Denise laughed.
    “Oh you’re too nice to be like that.”
    “Well, I am the nicest person I know, but there are times.”
    “Anymore incoming overnight?”
    “No. All quiet on Hadrian’s Wall.”
    “I’m going to make us breakfast since it’s Sunday and what’s open is going to be crowded. French toast or pancakes?”
    “French toast would be nice.”
    “Would you like a side of sausage or bacon with that Miss?”
    “Yes please.”
    “Syrup or preserves?”
    “Syrup please, and yes I will do the dishes,” Denise giggled.
    “Thank you.”
    After spending a good portion of the rest of the morning frolicking both indoors and out, they were on their way to campus where they had a date with some lattes and Morris Library.
    “Exodus,” Denise sang as she drove the burgundy Mustang north on Highway 51, “movement of Jah people, oh yeah. Open your eyes and let me tell you this.”
    “You’re in a good mood today,” Layla smiled.
    “Yeah, I yam,” she smiled, squinting as she did making her eyes look like wrinkles.
    “And a