I did OK on the various decision (which-action word tense-bodes well here type questions), however the exposition question, In Le Petit Prince, what is the meaning of the rose? tossed me a piece. Had I perused The Little Prince in English or French, I speculate this inquiry may have been very simple. Lamentably, I’d went through the evening getting the Colonel plastered. So I replied, Elle represent I’amour (“It represents love”). Madame Marin had left us with a whole page to respond to the inquiry, yet I figured I’d shrouded it pleasantly in three words. I’d kept up in my classes all around ok to get B-minuses and not concern my folks, however I didn’t actually mind much any longer. The meaning of the rose? I thought. Who cares the slightest bit? What’s the meaning of the white tulips? There was an inquiry worth replying. After I’d gotten a talk and ten work hours at Jury, I returned to Room 43 to discover the Colonel revealing to Tanu everything—indeed, everything with the exception of the kiss. I strolled in to the Colonel saying, “So we helped her go.” “You set off the firecrackers,” he said. “How’d you think about the firecrackers?” “I’ve been doing a touch of examining,” Tanu replied. “Indeed, at any rate, that was idiotic. You shouldn’t have done it. In any case, we as a whole released her, truly,” he said, and I considered what the heck he implied by that, yet I didn’t have the opportunity to ask before he said to me, “So you think it was self destruction?” “Possibly,” I said. “I don’t perceive how she might have hit the cop unintentionally except if she was sleeping.” “Perhaps she planned to visit her dad,” Tanu said. “Plant Station is in transit.” “Possibly,” I said. “Everything’s a possibly, isn’t it?” The Colonel came to in his pocket for a bunch of cigarettes. “Indeed, here’s another: Maybe Sameer has the appropriate responses,” he said. “We’ve depleted different techniques, so I’m calling him tomorrow, alright?” I needed answers now, as well, however not to certain inquiries. “Definitely, alright,” I said. “Yet, tune in—don’t reveal to me anything that is not applicable. I would prefer not to know anything except if it will help me know where she was going and why.” “Me not one or the other, really,” Tanu said. “I feel like possibly a portion of that poop should remain private.” The Colonel stuffed a towel under the entryway, lit a cigarette, and said, “All good, kids. We’ll deal with a need-to know premise.” 29 days after as I walked home from classes the following day, I saw the Colonel sitting on the seat outside the compensation telephone, writing into a note pad adjusted on his knees as he supported the telephone between his ear and shoulder. I rushed into Room 43, where I discovered Tanu playing the dashing game on quiet. “How long has he been on the telephone?” I inquired. “Don’t know. He was on when I arrived twenty minutes prior. He probably avoided Smart Boy Math. Why, are you frightened Sameer’s going to drive down here and beat you senseless for releasing her?” “Whatever,” I said, thinking, This is unequivocally why we shouldn’t have advised him. I strolled into the restroom, turned on the shower, and lit a cigarette. Tanu came in not long after. “What’s happening?” he said. “Nothing. I simply need to realize what befell her.” “Like you truly need to know reality? Or on the other hand like you need to discover that she battled with him and was en route to say a final farewell to him and planned to return here and fall into your arms and you planned to make hot, sweet cherish and have virtuoso infants who remembered final words and verse?” “In case you’re pissed at me, simply say as much.”