For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret
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table was long <strong>and</strong> allowed us all to sit at one side to gaze out at <strong>the</strong> bay, <strong>the</strong> city, <strong>the</strong><br />
bridge, <strong>the</strong> hills, <strong>the</strong> many small dots of houses still visible in <strong>the</strong> sunset light, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
space above <strong>the</strong> bay where <strong>the</strong> show would play.<br />
“How lovely,” Cara cooed as she took in <strong>the</strong> spread, seating herself in <strong>the</strong> middle. I sat to<br />
her right, with Lee on <strong>the</strong> end. The Kid took Cara’s left <strong>and</strong> Tim sat at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r end.<br />
We chatted a bit, through swallows of salad <strong>and</strong> salmon <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> rest, discussing events<br />
that were upcoming. The gang always knew about nearly every public fete <strong>and</strong> affair,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I appreciated <strong>the</strong> chance to use <strong>the</strong>ir knowledge to fill my Calendar. After a while of<br />
discussing <strong>the</strong> happenings in <strong>the</strong> Universe at large, I brought up <strong>the</strong> diary Lee had found.<br />
While a ’bottie was dispatched to bring <strong>the</strong> diary from where Lee <strong>and</strong> I had left it, Tim<br />
asked <strong>the</strong> usual question. “THE Amelia Ringer???”<br />
“Yep. And it’s awesome to see things from her perspective. I mean, sure, <strong>the</strong> history has<br />
a record of <strong>the</strong> events, but very little about what went on in her head to pull us free of <strong>the</strong><br />
scarcity paradigm. And here is her diary, giving us just that.” As if on cue, <strong>the</strong> ’bottie<br />
arrived, carrying <strong>the</strong> precious cargo. I lifted <strong>the</strong> pile, arranged as before with <strong>the</strong> diary<br />
atop <strong>the</strong> brown plastic bag atop <strong>the</strong> zipper bag, <strong>and</strong> gently h<strong>and</strong>ed it to Cara who leaned<br />
over to share with The Kid <strong>and</strong> Tim.<br />
Toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y looked over <strong>the</strong> book, reading passages here <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re, turning <strong>the</strong> pages<br />
delicately <strong>and</strong> commenting occasionally.<br />
Cara finally turned to me. “What an awesome find! Will you be giving this to <strong>the</strong><br />
Museum?”<br />
I nodded. “Absolutely – once we have read it all, of course.” I cast a quick smile to<br />
include Lee. Lee gently bumped his shoulder against mine, accepting <strong>the</strong> inclusion.<br />
We finished <strong>the</strong> meal, talking about Amelia, with Lee <strong>and</strong> me giving bits of what we read<br />
so far to facilitate <strong>the</strong> discussion. As <strong>the</strong> meal ended, I looked out to <strong>the</strong> scene before us<br />
<strong>and</strong> noted that <strong>the</strong> sunlight was gone <strong>and</strong> only <strong>the</strong> dusk of <strong>the</strong> sunset was left. Houses<br />
around <strong>the</strong> bay began to be seen for <strong>the</strong> light <strong>the</strong>y emitted ra<strong>the</strong>r than what <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
reflected in <strong>the</strong> sunlight. A glinting b<strong>and</strong> defined <strong>the</strong> bay opposite us in <strong>the</strong> distance, with<br />
individual lights st<strong>and</strong>ing out closer by. Maybe a million houses surrounded <strong>the</strong> stage of<br />
<strong>the</strong> bay. And no doubt many more people stood on <strong>the</strong> shores <strong>and</strong> on balconies in<br />
anticipation, having come by J.D. or living here already. Soon, when <strong>the</strong> last fingers of<br />
light had left <strong>the</strong> western horizon, <strong>the</strong> show would begin.<br />
As <strong>the</strong> ’botties cleared <strong>and</strong> cleaned <strong>the</strong> table <strong>and</strong> tucked it back in <strong>the</strong> storage room it had<br />
come from, we moved to <strong>the</strong> sofas <strong>and</strong> lounges that I had had set up closer to <strong>the</strong> edge of<br />
<strong>the</strong> terrace. We seated ourselves near <strong>the</strong> edge, listening to <strong>the</strong> distant crash of waves<br />
against <strong>the</strong> pylons of <strong>the</strong> bridge <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> hints of <strong>the</strong> song <strong>the</strong> wind sang through <strong>the</strong><br />
cables that held it in place ahead <strong>and</strong> below us.