The walk back to our room was quiet. I was feeling the weight of the history we carried with us now, and I expected Beattie was too. When we were safely behind closed doors, we slipped the book into the fake dictionary we’d picked up during our last trip in Edinburgh and locked it up tight. We’d decided we’d carry it with us everywhere given the trouble we’d had on our last buying excursion. It wasn’t ideal given the weight of the book safe and the book, but hopefully we wouldn’t be hauling around a unique historical artifact for long.
We had just enough time to grab a snack before our meeting with the language scholars, so we headed to a bubble tea place just up the road from the museum where we were to meet. Our hometown Charlottesville was just moving, finally, into the bubble tea craz
