Suspicion, Curiosity, Truth... (S1 Ep.8-4)

Tuesday, September 17

Before my suspicions about Joan, my curiosity, fascination too, wouldn't let me be without seeking answers. The question was how to do it? Being a subject as sensitive to Joan as it is, I didn't want, in the way of the search for answers, lose her friendship.

With school finished for the day, we would take the bus to go home. When we were coming to the gates of the school I came across an idea.

Joan: What are you doing?

Rose: Trying to move the paper to the trash with my thoughts.

Joan: What? – She didn't get embarrassed, gave no sign of my attempt to be possible to be done, on the contrary, in a way, a little rough up, tried to cut it. She took the paper into her own hands and put it in the trash. – What a silly thing to do! This is not possible and you are making a spectacle of yourself.

As it is obvious, I wasn't going to be just for this! Perhaps a more direct approach might have the effect I intended. And as we walked to the bus stop, next to our school, I went straight to the point.

Rose: Do you believe in magic, Joan?

Joan: Magic? What do you mean? The optical illusions of the performances of the magicians, or in special effects in the movies? I like to see it, like the illusions that convey the idea of infinite possibility, but they are just that, an illusion.

Knowing well that I didn't mean magicians tricks, her cheeks started to win a pink colour. Her attempt at diverting the subject, for the second time, only piqued my curiosity, giving strength to my conviction. But she was very smart in her answer, the problem is that I'm not convinced.

Rose: No! I’m talking about magic as a capacity. The spiritual capacity to dominate man and nature. Spells, incantations, that sort of thing?

Joan: There you are with your ideas… Look the bus is coming! Do we meet at your place after lunch?

Rose: You're not coming?

Joan: No! I have something to attend first.

Rose: Oh, okay! See you later, then.

Joan: Bye, Rose.

Once again, Joan was able to escape the question that comes haunting my thought. But I'm not giving up. Incredible as it may sound, I feel that my suspicion is correct, Joan has magic.

I said farewell to Joan and I went on the bus, I sat next to one of the windows, where I could see her. She waved in return and followed her way. While I saw Joan going away, my mind wandered through all the research I have been doing until now, which started after her absence for a whole day, about the reason for her weirdness. I know that is not possible, however, I can't help but have this feeling, intuition perhaps, I'm closer to the truth than I can imagine.