like a long row of Big Little Books on the floor. These were something I knew well, but it was surprising nonetheless—my uncle was proud of being the only person in the world with a complete collection of these same books. I smiled at the thought and then noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye.
Moving toward us was a gentleman easily in his mid-seventies yet still strong and healthy looking. In my line of business, that wasn’t something I saw very often. If I saw people in their seventies they were usually sick with multiple chronic medical problems. This man was nothing close to that. He had short, straight, dark hair with a touch of gray in it, not as much as most men his age. He wore jeans and a simple, cleaned and pressed button-up shirt with a sweater vest over it. He walked toward me with a presence that immediately put me at ease. He looked familiar, maybe I’d seen him somewhere before. He stood in front of me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t comprehend. I heard Aaron speak up, “Max, this is…” Max held up a hand as if gesturing to wait.
“I know who she is. Hello, Megan.” He held his hand out to me. I then noticed the red glow around him. I don’t know why I didn’t see it until then. I extended my hand to him.
“Hello, Mr. Reibolt.”
He chuckled, “Mr. Reibolt is my father and he’s dead, so I’d prefer Max.”
“Okay then, Max, nice to meet you.”
He continued to hold my gaze and kept my hand in his. “Well now Megan, we’ve been waiting for you a long time. It’s nice to see you again.”
Yes, I caught that, again. “I’m sorry, have we met?”
“Yes dear, but it was a long time ago, you were too young to remember. How are your parents?” He allowed me to draw my hand back, and I slid both my hands in my pockets, feeling a little uncomfortable.
“You know my family?”
“It’s been many years, but yes.” He offered no other explanation.
I thought about this for a moment and decided there must be some professional correlation between lawyers and doctors and left it at that for now. I had bigger questions on my mind at that moment. “They’re fine, thanks. Dad’s retired and they’ve been traveling.”
“Great, good people.”
I couldn’t deny this. I just never had anything in common with them. So different… so completely different from me.
“So,” I began, “Aaron suggested that I speak with you about who… what I am.”
He smiled, “Ah, yes, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” He motioned for me to sit on a large leather couch.
As I moved to sit I noticed that he barely took his eyes off of me.
He sat down in the largest of two leather chairs to my right. I sat on the couch and Aaron removed a stack of papers from a chair so that he could sit across from me. Max took a drink from his coffee cup and then began, “Okay, so… yes… lots of questions. Where would you like to start?”
Suddenly I had forgotten all my questions. Where do I start? I suddenly thought of a question that I had not considered before. “Can you see my aura also?”
He smirked and drew his eyebrows down, “Yes.”
I realized this conversation might be hard unless I started asking some open-ended questions. “Why am I the only woman who is like this?”
“An Aurator,” he stated simply.
“Pardon me?” I asked.
“You are an Aurator. Why are you the only woman Aurator?”
I sighed. I guess I was still having trouble accepting it. “Yes, why am I the only woman Aurator?” The words struggled to make their way through my clenched teeth.
He stood and walked over to a collection of large antique-looking books. He ran his fingers across the spines until he came to the one he was looking for. As he pulled it off the shelf a small cloud of dust dispersed around it. He brushed the book off and came to sit back down with us.
“Maybe the better question to ask is how did we come to be?”
Well, I thought to myself, I suppose it would be if
Moving toward us was a gentleman easily in his mid-seventies yet still strong and healthy looking. In my line of business, that wasn’t something I saw very often. If I saw people in their seventies they were usually sick with multiple chronic medical problems. This man was nothing close to that. He had short, straight, dark hair with a touch of gray in it, not as much as most men his age. He wore jeans and a simple, cleaned and pressed button-up shirt with a sweater vest over it. He walked toward me with a presence that immediately put me at ease. He looked familiar, maybe I’d seen him somewhere before. He stood in front of me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t comprehend. I heard Aaron speak up, “Max, this is…” Max held up a hand as if gesturing to wait.
“I know who she is. Hello, Megan.” He held his hand out to me. I then noticed the red glow around him. I don’t know why I didn’t see it until then. I extended my hand to him.
“Hello, Mr. Reibolt.”
He chuckled, “Mr. Reibolt is my father and he’s dead, so I’d prefer Max.”
“Okay then, Max, nice to meet you.”
He continued to hold my gaze and kept my hand in his. “Well now Megan, we’ve been waiting for you a long time. It’s nice to see you again.”
Yes, I caught that, again. “I’m sorry, have we met?”
“Yes dear, but it was a long time ago, you were too young to remember. How are your parents?” He allowed me to draw my hand back, and I slid both my hands in my pockets, feeling a little uncomfortable.
“You know my family?”
“It’s been many years, but yes.” He offered no other explanation.
I thought about this for a moment and decided there must be some professional correlation between lawyers and doctors and left it at that for now. I had bigger questions on my mind at that moment. “They’re fine, thanks. Dad’s retired and they’ve been traveling.”
“Great, good people.”
I couldn’t deny this. I just never had anything in common with them. So different… so completely different from me.
“So,” I began, “Aaron suggested that I speak with you about who… what I am.”
He smiled, “Ah, yes, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” He motioned for me to sit on a large leather couch.
As I moved to sit I noticed that he barely took his eyes off of me.
He sat down in the largest of two leather chairs to my right. I sat on the couch and Aaron removed a stack of papers from a chair so that he could sit across from me. Max took a drink from his coffee cup and then began, “Okay, so… yes… lots of questions. Where would you like to start?”
Suddenly I had forgotten all my questions. Where do I start? I suddenly thought of a question that I had not considered before. “Can you see my aura also?”
He smirked and drew his eyebrows down, “Yes.”
I realized this conversation might be hard unless I started asking some open-ended questions. “Why am I the only woman who is like this?”
“An Aurator,” he stated simply.
“Pardon me?” I asked.
“You are an Aurator. Why are you the only woman Aurator?”
I sighed. I guess I was still having trouble accepting it. “Yes, why am I the only woman Aurator?” The words struggled to make their way through my clenched teeth.
He stood and walked over to a collection of large antique-looking books. He ran his fingers across the spines until he came to the one he was looking for. As he pulled it off the shelf a small cloud of dust dispersed around it. He brushed the book off and came to sit back down with us.
“Maybe the better question to ask is how did we come to be?”
Well, I thought to myself, I suppose it would be if
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