Last Message (Seven (the series))
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Adam has a good life in Buffalo: great parents, a cute girlfriend, adequate grades. He's not the best at anything, but he's not the worst either. He secretly lusts after Vanessa, the hottest girl in school, and when his dead grandfather's will stipulates that he go on a mission to France, Adam figures he might just have a chance to impress Vanessa and change his life from good to great. When he gets to France, he discovers he has not one but three near-impossible tasks before him. He also discovers a dark and shameful episode from his grandfather's past, something Adam is supposed to make amends for. But how can he do that when he barely speaks the language and his tasks become more and more dangerous? Despite the odds, Adam finds a way to fulfill his grandfather's wishes and, in the process, become worthy of bearing his name.
Adam's adventures start in Separated, part of The Seven Prequels and continue in Double You, part of The Seven Sequels.
They bundled me into a cab. Mom told the Arab driver to take me to Arles and gave him the name of the hotel she had booked for me there. Dad clapped me on the shoulder and wished me good luck, his rock jaw firmly set, while Mom gave me a hug and a kiss, and kept the tears back. She’s actually really good at that for a Mom. Still, she made me promise to text her every day. And then I was off. Sixteen years old and alone in southern France, armed with some money (though Euros looked like Monopoly money to me) and a prepaid bank card with a $2,000 limit.
A gravel walkway led down from the parking lot to the Pont d’Arc. I could see it from where I stood. Though I wanted to get on with my quest, the sight of it stopped me in my tracks. I had rarely seen anything as beautiful. I’m not a big believer in God, or at least I don’t think I am—haven’t figured that out yet—but if God didn’t make that giant bridge, then I don’t know who or what did. The water was like glass and as blue as the sky. Kayaks and canoes glided on it as paddlers stared up at this magnificent creation.
The area they lived in, and more exactly the land to the north and northwest, was very hilly and rocky, actually mountainous in places, and prehistoric passages ran into and through these elevations. Jean’s stories often started in such caves and told of ferocious men with superhuman powers emerging from them to do extraordinary things. Those men, he said, had the power to create wonderful art. They were, Provençal folklore insists, the world’s first artists. They drew fabulous depictions of themselves and of animals on the walls inside their mountains.
She spied me right away and walked toward me. At first, that sort of scared me because I was so jumpy. But she was smiling at me. She came right up, put her hand on my arm and kissed me on the cheek. I felt a sensation in my chest, kind of like the one I get when I’m really close to Vanessa. I wanted to kiss Rose back, turn her face and kiss her right on the lips and linger there. Of all the girlfriends in the world, she would be the most impressive, maybe even better than Vanessa herself. Imagine having a French girlfriend, exotic and beautiful!
No,” I finally said. “I thought not. Let us just say that that sort of depth is…out of your depth, and most everyone else’s too. C’est impossible! Most tourists we take to maybe fifty feet, maximum. There are regulations too. No one, certainly no tourist, is allowed to go as deep as you want to go. ” He looked down at his books again. “But I need to see that site! ” He raised his head again, as if my comment was a great intrusion on his time and dignity. “Then you will need an atmospheric diving suit, you know, with a helmet and full body covering.