Hundred and Eighteen

I stared down at the book in Jason’s hand. A wave of familiarity came over me, followed by confusion. I’ve seen that book before, a long while ago in Philly. It was the one that Jason forbade me not to read, so why was it here now? I didn’t think that it would play a big role in whatever ordeal we were having here, yet the intrigue and curiosity I had wasn’t quenched.

“What…why did you bring the book over here? I remember it, but why is it here? And what does it have to do with what you just called me earlier?” I could stop myself from asking. I knew I should have just let them explain things to me and give me their reason, but it was hard to stave away my inquisitive nature. I didn’t want to wait anymore for answers, I needed them now, especially with all the mysteries surrounding my life. I needed to know chiefly, what Jason meant by the word, "mate". It sounded so…intimate to my ears. I don’t know if it was the way it rolled off his tongue or just the main connection to the word, bu