Chapter Two
As Rachel and I crawled through the dusty attic, our miners’ headlight beamed across an old trunk and some forgotten boxes. Suddenly, my light landed on a worn leather-bound book hidden halfway behind a stack of weathered newspapers. We exchanged a curious glance before I took the journal from its resting place. I blew off the thick layer of dust; the pages held many mysteries. The handwriting was calligraphic and cryptic, but one riddled page caught our attention.
My eyes sparkled with excitement as I read the words on the page aloud. Rachel’s eyebrows perked up in amazement.
“Abigail, could this lead us to a golden treasure?” Both our faces lit up as our minds raced with endless possibilities. Who had written this journal, and what other secrets lay hidden within its pages? I thought.
“Maybe so, Rachel, maybe so.” Then we climbed down the ladder to show Mama.
“Where did you two find this?”
“Up in the crawl space of the attic.” Replied Rachel.
“Mama, what does the second riddle mean?”
“Let me see.” As she read it, she looked intrigued. “I think it is an old, abandoned adit.”
“What is that?” We asked.
“An adit is a level or nearly horizontal passage driven into the side of a mountain that allows access to an underground mine for water drainage, ventilation, and mineral extracts. Based on the riddle, it’s probably an old closed-off mine.” She explained.
Then I spotted the initials F.J. imprinted on the journal’s cover as Mama held it. With Rachel by my side, out the door we went, taking the worn leather notebook with us, determined to find the hidden key and golden lamp. It was partially sunny, an early afternoon in late fall, but the air was chillingly dry to the skin. So we rushed back into the house to grab our coats. I didn’t think Rachel had noticed the Jewish star Mama had sewn on mine as we headed back out.
“Abigail.”
“Yes, Rachel.”
“Why do you wear your miner’s helmet everywhere you go? And when you are overthinking or nervous, you always hum.”
“I hum? Hmm. I didn’t notice, but it’s good to wear our hat at the mine.”
“You wear it everywhere! At the kitchen table, out to town. You’d wear it in church if your mom would let you.”
“I guess you got a point, but it makes me feel safe, adventurous, and braver.”
“You’re silly, you know that? You are already the bravest girl I know. So, when did you become a Jew?”
“You’re weird! I’ve always been Jewish and didn’t know it.”
“Yeah, I know. Daddy told me. So where do you want to head to first?”
“Abigail, could this lead us to a golden treasure?” Both our faces lit up as our minds raced with endless possibilities. Who had written this journal, and what other secrets lay hidden within its pages? I thought.
“Maybe so, Rachel, maybe so.” Then we climbed down the ladder to show Mama.
“Where did you two find this?”
“Up in the crawl space of the attic.” Replied Rachel.
“Mama, what does the second riddle mean?”
“Let me see.” As she read it, she looked intrigued. “I think it is an old, abandoned adit.”
“What is that?” We asked.
“An adit is a level or nearly horizontal passage driven into the side of a mountain that allows access to an underground mine for water drainage, ventilation, and mineral extracts. Based on the riddle, it’s probably an old closed-off mine.” She explained.
Then I spotted the initials F.J. imprinted on the journal’s cover as Mama held it. With Rachel by my side, out the door we went, taking the worn leather notebook with us, determined to find the hidden key and golden lamp. It was partially sunny, an early afternoon in late fall, but the air was chillingly dry to the skin. So we rushed back into the house to grab our coats. I didn’t think Rachel had noticed the Jewish star Mama had sewn on mine as we headed back out.
“Abigail.”
“Yes, Rachel.”
“Why do you wear your miner’s helmet everywhere you go? And when you are overthinking or nervous, you always hum.”
“I hum? Hmm. I didn’t notice, but it’s good to wear our hat at the mine.”
“You wear it everywhere! At the kitchen table, out to town. You’d wear it in church if your mom would let you.”
“I guess you got a point, but it makes me feel safe, adventurous, and braver.”
“You’re silly, you know that? You are already the bravest girl I know. So, when did you become a Jew?”
“You’re weird! I’ve always been Jewish and didn’t know it.”
“Yeah, I know. Daddy told me. So where do you want to head to first?”