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at the counter for a little while longer, letting my
food digest and making a mental list of all of the questions that I
wanted answers for. While I waited, I went to the sink and washed all
of our dishes and did my best to put them in their rightful places.
After a while, I began to get antsy waiting for this secret meeting
to commence. Tired of standing and pacing and sitting again, I
decided to take a walk.
    Once in the hallway, I
discovered that I had nowhere to go and decided to head to the
massive library. The meeting was being held in a conference area so
this room was empty. I ran my hands along the shelves of books
wondering who had the daunting task of keeping all of them free of
dusk. I touched the spine of a Tolstoy and then a Poe and a Brontë
and then a Melville. If Heaven had a suburb, this was it. I would
never get tired of browsing through Tabitha’s library. It was
like taking a walk in history and I loved it.
    On a table in the rear
of the room were three podiums with ancient books sitting on them. I
stood behind the first book and saw that it was the Bible written in
what I believed to be Aramaic. The letters were written with such a
flourish and attention to detail that I was sure it was a priceless
piece of history and kept my hands firmly behind my back. The next
two books appeared to be genealogical records. One had questions
about missing family members and where they may have immigrated to
and when. Someone was tracking down every lead into each missing
family member. It looked like it was taking several years and massive
amounts of resources to get about halfway done. I was immediately
envious of a person who knew this much about their family.
    The last book on the
table appeared to be a descendant family tree with names and dates of
birth. The book’s cover was worn leather held together by a
piece of leather strap. The pages were uneven and frayed and smelled
like old flowers even though something told me that I was looking at
paper made from animal skin. I ran my hand over the cover and felt a
sense of home. Books were kind of my thing. I turned the book over in
my hands and stared at the strange bindings and seams. The book was
old. Much older than anything I had ever held before. I immediately
wondered if I should have gloves on.
    As I sorted through the
pages of documents, I recognized the first few pages as census
records from the late 1700s. There were slave ship manifests, bills
of lading and ownership documents. I saw certificates of birth and
receipts of sale from hundreds of years ago and all of the
merchandise was human. I was looking at an historical record of how
Africans were bought and sold into slavery. I continued to flip
through the pages until I came to a family tree. The strange thing
about the tree was that the dates of birth were wrong. They had to
be. The name in the number one spot was Efia with 1768 as the date of
birth. Well, I had met Tabitha’s adoptive mother and I knew
that couldn't be the same woman. I realized that she must be named
after a distant relative and felt immediate jealously crawl through
me. I so wanted a family of my own and looking at Efia’s
centuries’ worth of family documents was depressing. I looked
for Tabitha’s Efia but came up empty. I decided to see if they
would have entered Tabitha’s name and then I would find her
adoptive mother. We were both almost 18 so I would just look for
1994.
    I rolled my finger over
the page for several minutes, stopping to look at the different names
and to wonder about how their lives must have been. The 1768 Efia had
given birth to a daughter named Sarai, which I know is an ancient
form of Sarah. Sarai had five children of her own and countless grand
and great-grandchildren. I became drawn to one of Sarai’s
children because her name was Pleasant. What a great name to have;
Pleasant.
    Pleasant had bore three
children and one of those had descendants well into modern times. I
traced her linage with my