The Secret Room

Samson had hoped that he'd be banging Barbie by now, but instead he was doing the work he'd actually signed up for -- helping Barbie to construct the most tangible mark of her husband's legacy, the Putnam Presidential Library at a large school in the Texas Panhandle. It was helping Barbie fundraise, helping Barbie plan the building, helping Barbie with the chores. It was lots of work, but fulfilling in its own way.

She was out right now, and Samson took the liberty of walking through her bedroom. He looked into the wardrobe. Lots of slinky outfits, he thought. Then he saw a small handle, and curious, turned it.

There was a small room inside, nothing to write home about. He found journals from some lady named Cathleen ... and ... what was this? A pinhole camera? Hmm, Samson thought. Now this could be handy.