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won’t fly into the side of a building.”
Caesar laughed then said...
“I guess, that about describes me boss. See you in ten.”
***********
Chapter 4
12:29 PM
Samaritan Conclave
The beginning of the Samaritan Philanthropic Year
Peace be to all
Ona leaned against the wall, balancing her pad while trying to sip her coffee. She pressed the cup on her lip--blowing across the surface to cool it. She stared at the screen, adjusting her proposal and adding other notes. She’d arrived shortly after ten o’clock like most of her Sect, prepared to request financial backing for this years charity project. She’d taken up her normal spot in the rotunda, watching the morning news. Ev ery year, people belonging to the Samaritan Sect began their philanthropic year submitting charity proposals to their local Conclave. The Sect’s council members reviewed these projects, and after evaluating each submission, the council would decide which plans would receive Conclave financial backing. It is an honor an a privilege to have your proposal selected by the Conclave and members in Ona’s family had never been turned down. In the past, she’d worked alongside her parents, assisting them while they carried out their projects. Now that she was of age, and she could submit her own proposal, Ona questioned the possibility that her idea might be more than she could handle on her own. All year, she’d waited for this day, and she’d known exactly what she would propose to the council. In spite of her certainty, Ona was beginning to have doubts. What would she do if the council refused her? Where would she get the funding to carry out this enormous undertaking?
Ona’s musing was cut short when she was joined by her brother.
“What time are you scheduled to appear before the council?”
Noah raised his brow in question. Ona shrugged.
“Haven’t heard. The last announcement stated that the council is reviewing the proposals, and to check the screen to see if you’ll be one of the lucky ones.”
That wasn’t exactly what the announcement had said--but Noah understood. Upon arriving at the Samaritan Conclave, all proposals are submitted on the central computer--then the participants stand and wait, hoping to see their name flashing on the overhead screen. Noah had gone in with the first set of people because their projects were not directly affected by the news reports. He worked with a group of Samaritan’s repairing infrastructures. Last year, a flash flood had wiped out a bridge in a remote mountain area--and since then, its inhabitants had been cut off from civilization. That’s where Noah and his group of Samaritans were heading.
Noah trained his eyes on the screen. He watched the names flashing, but he didn’t see Ona’s name. He said...
“Mom and dad--have you seen them yet?”
“Yes--and they received their funding.”
For the past ten years, Ona’s parents worked in the Congo building schools alongside the villagers. She thought about this, because if her proposal was not approved, she wouldn’t have any choice except to join her parents. Ona didn’t have to share her concern with her brother because Noah already knew. They stood quiet watching the names, until they were joined by her brothers friend, Geff.
“Did you ask her Noah?”
Geff was not an unattractive person--it’s just that, he wasn’t someone Ona found attractive at all. He was tall, fair haired and lanky. In her estimation, his only redeeming quality was that he was a nice, pleasant and affable man--but what Samaritan man wasn’t nice, pleasant and affable. O n the other hand, Ona’s brother regularly turned heads when it came to her female friends. Ona looked at Geff questioningly, because she’d forgotten that he’d just said something to Noah. Her brother looked to the ground, then he moved his feet about, trying to evade something--but Ona didn't know
Caesar laughed then said...
“I guess, that about describes me boss. See you in ten.”
***********
Chapter 4
12:29 PM
Samaritan Conclave
The beginning of the Samaritan Philanthropic Year
Peace be to all
Ona leaned against the wall, balancing her pad while trying to sip her coffee. She pressed the cup on her lip--blowing across the surface to cool it. She stared at the screen, adjusting her proposal and adding other notes. She’d arrived shortly after ten o’clock like most of her Sect, prepared to request financial backing for this years charity project. She’d taken up her normal spot in the rotunda, watching the morning news. Ev ery year, people belonging to the Samaritan Sect began their philanthropic year submitting charity proposals to their local Conclave. The Sect’s council members reviewed these projects, and after evaluating each submission, the council would decide which plans would receive Conclave financial backing. It is an honor an a privilege to have your proposal selected by the Conclave and members in Ona’s family had never been turned down. In the past, she’d worked alongside her parents, assisting them while they carried out their projects. Now that she was of age, and she could submit her own proposal, Ona questioned the possibility that her idea might be more than she could handle on her own. All year, she’d waited for this day, and she’d known exactly what she would propose to the council. In spite of her certainty, Ona was beginning to have doubts. What would she do if the council refused her? Where would she get the funding to carry out this enormous undertaking?
Ona’s musing was cut short when she was joined by her brother.
“What time are you scheduled to appear before the council?”
Noah raised his brow in question. Ona shrugged.
“Haven’t heard. The last announcement stated that the council is reviewing the proposals, and to check the screen to see if you’ll be one of the lucky ones.”
That wasn’t exactly what the announcement had said--but Noah understood. Upon arriving at the Samaritan Conclave, all proposals are submitted on the central computer--then the participants stand and wait, hoping to see their name flashing on the overhead screen. Noah had gone in with the first set of people because their projects were not directly affected by the news reports. He worked with a group of Samaritan’s repairing infrastructures. Last year, a flash flood had wiped out a bridge in a remote mountain area--and since then, its inhabitants had been cut off from civilization. That’s where Noah and his group of Samaritans were heading.
Noah trained his eyes on the screen. He watched the names flashing, but he didn’t see Ona’s name. He said...
“Mom and dad--have you seen them yet?”
“Yes--and they received their funding.”
For the past ten years, Ona’s parents worked in the Congo building schools alongside the villagers. She thought about this, because if her proposal was not approved, she wouldn’t have any choice except to join her parents. Ona didn’t have to share her concern with her brother because Noah already knew. They stood quiet watching the names, until they were joined by her brothers friend, Geff.
“Did you ask her Noah?”
Geff was not an unattractive person--it’s just that, he wasn’t someone Ona found attractive at all. He was tall, fair haired and lanky. In her estimation, his only redeeming quality was that he was a nice, pleasant and affable man--but what Samaritan man wasn’t nice, pleasant and affable. O n the other hand, Ona’s brother regularly turned heads when it came to her female friends. Ona looked at Geff questioningly, because she’d forgotten that he’d just said something to Noah. Her brother looked to the ground, then he moved his feet about, trying to evade something--but Ona didn't know
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