They opened a time capsule that was under the statue of Robert E. Lee.
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Copyright 2020
John von John heaved a sigh of relief when Starfish reluctantly obeyed orders to go sit in the car.
“I never saw anyone get so drunk on one beer!” John said.
“There is no history of alcoholism!” Victoria said rubbing her chin with her sleeve, a tell that said she was truly puzzled.
“I think she is faking it. I suspect she has gone off to meet a lover. You know how women are….a lover in every port!”
Victoria was about to take John’s remark under serious consideration. If he had not added “You know how women are” suggesting Miram was a slut. This bit of misogyny would change the course of human history. For indeed Miriam made a beeline for the microfish room at the library of the University of Oregon where a male hand locked the door after she entered.
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