“George,” I said over the crash of the cymbals onstage, “I think I know who’s leaking the information.”

“What?” he shouted, as the crowd began to scream. On the screen above our heads, two band geeks dressed in Matrix-style black leather navigated their way through the ultra-modern landscape of the rare book library on their quest to get…well, I hadn’t been paying attention, but the sound-track rocked.

“I said, I think…” I checked the surroundings and remembered Malcolm’s standard reminder to use discretion when it came to all things Rose & Grave. Plus, it wasn’t as if George would care. He’d remained completely disinterested in the whole traitor issue since it came up. George could either take Rose & Grave or leave it. He’d only joined as a favor to his father, and it had taken a good deal of cajoling and even a bit of manhandling on the part of the elder Prescott to accomplish that.

But Josh was right down the row. I’m sure he’d want to hear my thoughts on the matter. Still, a glance at the couple indicated neither would welcome my interruption, and George had decided to go after the candy corn in earnest.

I’d see Josh in our room after the performance. It could wait.

Except we didn’t go back to the room. From the smashing ESO performance, we hiked up to the Eli Film Society’s yearly showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and watched folks in skimpy costumes running around onstage throwing bread at one another and engaging in other wild, drunken revels, until George and I made the command decision to head back to Prescott and re-create some key scenes, sans alien transsexuals. On a night like this, I truly did love Eli. And it was such a nice send-off for the good times.

Because November sucked.

9. Current Affairs

I hereby confess:

Discretion is the better

part of vice.

I was running late the next morning, and as I scurried over to my entryway and up into our first-floor suite, there wasn’t anything on my mind except for: toothbrush, change of underwear, hair comb, check face for stray sparkles from my costume (which was currently balled up in the corner of George’s bedroom). I flew blindly through the common room and made a beeline for my bedroom door.

“Good morning, Amy,” said a male voice at my back. I whirled to find Josh sitting on our couch, laptop on his lap. He closed the cover and set it aside. “We need to talk.”

“Crap. Yes, we do, I have something to tell you, but I’m running so late—”

“You have enough time for this. Sit down.”

I blinked at him. Excuse me? Sit down? This man was my age, in my common room, on my couch, and he was telling me to sit down like he was my father? “Where’s Lydia?” I planted my feet.

“At class.”

“Well, much as I love having you here, Josh, I really do have to run. However, I want to talk to you. I think Jenny’s the leak.”

He looked incredulous. “No, she’s not. Trust me. We’ve been working pretty closely on this and she’s put a lot of effort into tracking this guy down. No one would be trying so hard if she were secretly involved.”

“Are you sure it’s not a cover?” I said. “Keep talking while I change really quick.” I ducked into my room and tore off my clothes. “I have reason to think she’s been telling her boyfriend about everything that happens in the tomb, breaking the oath of secrecy.”

“You have proof of this?” Josh’s voice floated in.

I scrubbed at my face with a toner cloth, but the sparkles stuck. “No, but the day after my C.B., he looked at me as if he knew all of my dirty secrets. Plus, I saw him lurking outside the tomb last night.”

“Where outside the tomb?”

“By the Art History arch.”

Josh laughed. “Okay, that’s technically outside the tomb—the same way this room is. This is that prayer-group guy we’re talking about? He probably hates you for no reason. That’s his gig, remember?” He kept talking as I threw on new clothes and pulled my hair up with a clip. “Look, I know how you tend to over…um, how you attribute certain…” He apparently thought better of his sentence, for it soon changed directions completely. “Believe me when I say it can’t be Jenny. We’ve spent hours on this leak situation. Hours. You can’t prevaricate that long. She’s incredibly intense. I promise you’re mistaken.”

Great. Now I was the Boy Who Cried Wolf because I was always calling “Conspiracy.” I emerged from my room. “Okay, but I’m not wrong about her telling Micah about my C.B. And I’m going to confront her about it.” I crossed to the door. “Good talking to you.”

“Wait a second! I listened to you, now you listen to me.”

“Yeah, you listened to me good. Look, I have to run….” I turned the knob.

“What are you doing with George?”

I froze and turned to him. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Amy. You’re sleeping with him.”

I laughed. “Like that’s any of your business?”

“As Secretary of D177, it is my business.”

I crossed my arms. “I don’t think so. This has nothing to do with what happens in Rose & Grave.”

“I know for a fact it has everything to do with what happens in our tomb.” He met my eyes full-on, and my breath hitched. Was the Inner Temple bugged all along? Oh, God, how embarrassing. “I don’t understand why you would choose this time, when everything is so fragile, to weaken us further.”

“Are you kidding? Weaken the society? It’s barbarian matters. What George and I—George and I, not Puck and Bugaboo—choose to do won’t affect you.”

“We both know that’s not true. You don’t expect this little fling of yours to go on forever, do you? You know George. And when it’s over, someone is going to be hurt, and the Diggers will be the ones to suffer for it. Society incest is a terrible idea.”

You know George? Yes, I did, and I knew the man in front of me, too. “I’m going to say this once, and since you’re a smart guy who managed to snag himself not only a slot in Phi Beta Kappa, but also a PBK honey, I’m sure you’ll be able to understand it. I’ll fuck whom I want to, and neither you nor any other Digger gets to tell me otherwise. Unlike you, George and I are being perfectly honest about what we’re looking for in our relationship.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Josh stood now.

“Exactly what you think it does. How dare you accuse me of being the type to break my oaths for personal reasons? If that were true, I’d have told Lydia about you a long time ago.” I put my hand on the door. “But hey, maybe you’re right. Maybe I should. I don’t know about George and me, but I know your relationship isn’t going to last forever, either. I promise you, if you hurt my best friend, and I stood idly by and watched it happen like a good little Digger, I will break my oaths. I’ll do my best to ruin your life, and I don’t care what kind of vows I took.”

Suffice it to say Josh and I weren’t exactly friendly after that. It bothered me more than I’d expected it to. After all, we were supposed to lean on one another in times of trouble, and instead I’d alienated one of my favorite brothers. Jenny wasn’t returning my phone calls or e-mails, and George didn’t want to talk about any of it. Due to the chilly, uncomfortable, and frustrating atmosphere, I was understandably relieved when Clarissa and Demetria called a meeting of the Diggirls the day before our next society meeting. I looked forward to the chance to chill with some of my friendlier compatriots (my suite had turned into a Cold War zone) and finally have it out with Jenny.

Except when I arrived at the campus pizza joint where the Diggirls were supposed to meet, there were only four knights waiting for me: Clarissa, Demetria, Mara, and Odile. The little sneak had opted out. Well, no matter. I’d share my suspicions with the girls and see if they took me more seriously than Josh had.