For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

poking out from under the rotting wood. Seems the hidden space in the floor was where
she hid her diary.”
I looked down at the book I held, imagining Amelia lifting the corner of a concealing rug,
perhaps, and opening the small, hidden panel to tuck her diary safely away from prying
eyes. “Awesome,” was all I could say.
Then gingerly I opened the cover and revealed a yellowed bookplate stuck to the first
sheet of paper. An image of a girl, in an Old-style pale blue dress with puffy sleeves,
petticoat peeking, as she reclined on her stomach in green grass and read a red book, with
her legs bent at the knee and crossed at the ankle above her back, graced the top of the
bookplate. Below this blond-haired young girl were printed the words, ‘This Book
Belongs To,’ and below that, on a line provided, was written in a gentle script, ‘Amelia
Ringer.’ My heart skipped a beat.
Again I looked at Lee. “What a find! This we shall have to offer to the Museum…but
not until I read it, first!” Lee grinned and I grinned too.
I gently returned the book to the bags, zipping the outer one closed. “Well, this can wait
a short while. I arranged with Lil to go to the Pyramids – in Egypt – tonight…if that is of
interest to you…” Lee gave a good-natured nod. “And after I properly welcome you
home, of course. That being what I want to do now.” I gave him an impish look, and he
drew my meaning precisely. As he reached for my hand, I set the diary of Amelia Ringer
on a nearby table, and together we made our way to my bed.
Later, as we bathed away the heat of our passion beneath the waters of my fall, I asked,
“Did you read any of the diary?”
Lee poured water over my shoulder and breasts, taking a moment to reply. “Actually, I
just glanced over the pages. I thought it would be most enjoyable to read the entries
together.” I smiled and nodded earnestly. Lee knew of my…great interest in Amelia’s
history – ok, that was an understatement, my interest. And so I felt a warm streak of
appreciation that he wanted to share my delight in his find, his gift to me.
“I better call up Lil and let her know we will be ready soon,” I commented as I
reluctantly pulled myself from the waters of the bathing pool and let the fall pour its
rinsing cleanness over my body. Lee remained reclined but I knew he would soon
follow.
Deciding to opt for expedience, I sent the proper images to the wardie and ’botties to
dress me in rugged wear, appropriate for hiking around, as well as a plain, bound
hairstyle to keep my tresses from catching and tangling. An equally plain and rugged
Personal Witness piece was to be placed on my shoulder. Moments later I was tended to
with the clothes and items I had requested and the style of dressed hair I wanted, and then
I was ready to call Lil.