For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

was left again to plump and adjust pillows, and poke around my displays of things for a
more aesthetic arrangement.
Half an hour later Lee walked into my house. With sounds of delight we were in each
other’s arms, kissing and entwining our arms and legs.
Lee is tall, 6’1”, with dark chocolate skin. His eyes are blue – strikingly so – and his
build is slender. He is a counterpoint to my fair skin and dark eyes. And though we both
have black hair, mine is long and straight to his tight, short curls.
After our enduring embrace, Lee pulled back and said, “I found something this time I
think you would be interested in.” Though he tried to deliver this in a nonchalant way, I
could sense the excitement he was concealing.
“What is it?” I asked, responding to the excitement, rather than the forced nonchalance,
rubbing my hands together in anticipation.
“Here,” he offered, as he reached into his pack, which he had laid upon the sofa, and
drew out a plastic-wrapped bundle. It was rectangular and flat, and rather small.
Taking the prize from his hands, I turned it over, but the opposite side gave no further
clues. I saw that the outer plastic was an Old-style zipper-closed bag, and through its
rumpled clearness, I could see another plastic covering inside. Looking up at Lee, I
beamed a smile, and then cracked the zipper, pulling out what felt like a book within the
thin brown plastic bag – an Old shopping bag, a very minor Old item; like the zipper bag,
it was rather ubiquitous, so many having been made back in the overall scarcity Humans
once struggled within.
I glanced again at Lee to see the excitement and anticipation break forth on his features,
and then I opened the brown plastic. Inside was what appeared indeed to be a book, with
a dark blue binding. It was Old, that was certain, and as I looked the cover over, I could
just make out a single word on the cover: Diary.
“A diary?” I asked. “Whose? And where did you find it?”
Lee replied, with clear thrill to be telling me this, “It seems to be the diary of Amelia
Ringer.”
I widened my eyes in amazement. “THE Amelia Ringer?” Lee nodded eagerly, clearly
enjoying my pleasure. “So where WAS it? How did you find it???” I entreated.
“Well, I was doing a shoot of the poverty ruins where she lived – I didn’t tell you because
it was going to be a surprise – and hoped to capture information about her for you. I
guess I hit the jackpot.” I nodded vigorously, as Lee continued, “Anyway, the house is
well into decay at this point. And when I was moving across the floor of her bedroom, a
couple of the boards gave way – nearly broke my ankle, I tell you! – and I saw the bag