Dailia Cassini Point Of View

“You know what this means?” Julia asked, amazed.
“Kind of...” Dale replied.
“What do you mean by ‘kind of’?” Dailia said.
Julia and Dailia looked at the words on the tiny pink sandpaper chit: ωερνεδδα P.O.L...... e
“Look, I’m no expert translator but I reckon I know this alphabet,” Dale said. “That’s what I meant. Let me try.”
Julia shrugged. “All right then.”
Dale put his index finger on the small letters. “I think this is Greek or something... The first letter is a ‘W’. And the second is... It’s an ‘E’. The third one looks like a ‘P’, but I’m not sure...” He wrote WEP on another chit of almond-color sandpaper with a blue pen.
He thought for a moment and continued, “I know for sure the fourth letter is an ‘N’. And the one after that...” He wrote WEPNE. “Then there is a double ‘D’ and the last letter is definitely an ‘A’!”
He completed writing WEPNEDDA on the sandpaper.
“Wepnedda? What is this?” Dailia asked. “Are you sure you did this correct?”
“Fifty percent.” Dale’s lips thinned out.
“And the other English letters?”
Julia got the sandpaper from...