A Secret Grave 92: Up to No Good


“Shit!” whispered Victor, his shocked white face turning even whiter. He grabbed the Bukh off the copier and ran with it across the room. They could hear his parents’ voices downstairs. Janet helped him wrestle the Bukh back into its original hiding place in the drawer, covering it with files and papers. Then they started for the door. “The pages!” gasped Victor, turning and running back to the copier. He was sweating heavily. With shaking hands, he lifted the xeroxed pages off the copier and once again ran to the door. They took a quick last glance at the office behind them and raced into the hall, heading straight to Victor’s bedroom. “Victor!” his mother yelled from downstairs. “Where are you? Why didn’t you turn on the oven like I asked?”

They collapsed on the floor, out of breath and shaking. Janet was not supposed to be in his room. “If they think we’re up to no good in here, it’s better than their knowing what we were really doing,” Janet giggled after a minute.

“Either way, we’re screwed,” Victor said glumly.



Janet at fourteen                     Tasol_1973_043, Warren Long, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/


In the end, Janet pretended she’d been using an upstairs bathroom and Victor claimed he’d been in his room searching for a book they needed for their homework. “Like fun,” sniffed Victor’s mother, Evelyn. She studied them both carefully. At fourteen Janet was a beautiful young woman, while Victor was still a boy, reed thin and little with a voice that hadn’t changed yet and no evidence of incipient beard growth or acne on his baby fine skin. It was unlikely they’d been up to anything, though Janet did overhear her mother and Evelyn discussing how perhaps they shouldn’t be allowed so much time alone together anymore.



Victor at fourteen / Robert Anderson Miller IV Conard HS Senior Picture. 1973, InAweofGod’sCreation, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/


“Nothing ever did happen between you?” I asked.

“Good lord, no!” laughed Janet. “Victor was this runty pipsqueak kid. He sure was smart, though.  And for awhile there, he was kind of my best friend.” She was silent for a moment, a pensive look on her face as she recalled her long ago teenage self and the part Victor had played in her life. Then she said: “After we discovered the Bukh, Victor was determined to get back into Leonard’s office. He wanted a chance to study the photos of those men circled in red on the bulletin board. I think the whole thing made him a little crazy.”


To be continued…


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