Digory pushed "The Republic" away from him with a frustrated sigh. Plato was all very well, but it didn't answer his questions, merely raised more.
He wished now that he'd gone with Polly and Mother – even shopping was better than the endless cycle of questions, hammering relentlessly at his brain.
Digory sighed wearily and rubbed at his eyes. Maybe he should eat something. He stood and ambled out to the kitchen.
As he stood munching a cheese –and- mustard sandwich and drinking a glass of milk (fresh, with cream floating deliciously on top), his eye fell on a calendar posted on the wall.
It was one of those cheery, merry affairs, with a bright photograph of a flower above the month, and then a saying below that.
Today's saying was a verse – Hebrews 11:6. Digory read it, half of his mind wondering when Polly'd get back. Abruptly his face changed. He set down his glass of milk with a soft thunk and hurried into the study.
He searched the shelves, pulled a book off and eagerly flipped the pages till he found Hebrews. He sank down onto the couch and read.
Two hours and a changed life later, Digory greeted his mother and Polly with peace in his eyes and heart.