For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

tobacco smoke – which actually seemed to counter the effects of the fluoride they
pumped into the water supplies…
It was a very bad time indeed. But because of Amelia… Well, I suppose it’s obvious by
now why I have such regard for her, why her history has been a passion of mine, and why
having her diary to read is such an exciting thing for me.
With breakfast finished, Lee went off to the Web again, and I was left to my own. I had a
’bottie bring me a sketch pad and I began drawing out the concept for my gown for the
evening. Having come up with something I thought would be most fitting for the affair, I
sent instructions to the wardie to have the garment ready at 7:00.
I wandered over and watched my new fountain, thinking of how nice it was that I would
be seeing Flo again, as well as seeing Ogden Pierce’s work performed.
Finally I moved on to my studio. Little Buddha and Companion was nearly finished and
I was looking forward to adding it to my gallery, and hopefully finding someone who
wanted my creation for their very own. I pulled a smock from a drawer, wrapping it
around my body, and sat. I lifted the pallet, clean and waiting, from the nearby table and
squirted paint of various colors onto the white surface. I selected a brush and turned my
awareness completely to child and her cat.
At 6:00ish, I looked over my work, well pleased. It was done. There was the innocence
and delight I wanted to capture. The patience and good sport of the cat. I called a ’bottie
to clean up and to bring a camera. When the camera arrived, I snapped a photo of the
painting and then left the studio, making my way back to the living room and my Old
couch. I called up the Web, which formed in front of me, and accessed my site. I
uploaded the picture to my holoport and had the house send emails to my list – which
now was in the hundreds of thousands – to let them know I had added a piece to the
gallery, with the image I had taken of the painting embedded.
I checked my email while I was at it, finding nothing of interest, and then hit the history
sites. There were many, like me, who were interested in one aspect of history or another,
and they had formed groups and associations, with new finds and information added daily
to their growing catalog of facts. One specifically was devoted to Amelia, and I was
looking forward to having the diary scanned and adding that to the site. What a stir and
commotion it would create. But I wanted to finish reading it before I let anyone know of
the find.
Of course, the diary itself would go to the Museum. The Museum was maintained by a
group whose passion it was to collect artifacts of the past. And Amelia’s diary was sure
to be something THEY would want as well. As the donor, I would have rights to bring it
back home to show to friends, but people seldom used that right. Just jump to the
Museum to see it, safely ensconced and protected from time. I doubted that once I gave
it to the Museum I would ever bring it back here.