“A wife finds her husband’s secret diary and is shocked to find he’s led a double life.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TROUBLE

 

© 2003 by Mae Ondracek

 

 

            Beth was cleaning house before the winter months came and she was getting very tired out.  She was glad the bedroom was the last room to clean.

          Beth cleaned her closet and thought, ‘Well, it does look better with all those dust balls up off the floor.’

          Then she proceeded to clean Bert’s closet.  She vacuumed real well in there because it was a mess.  She was almost finished when she stood up too soon and bumped her head on the shelf. As she stood, rubbing the bumped spot, Beth saw a small book that had slipped down part ways at the back of the shelf.  She reached up but couldn’t get the book, so she got the computer chair and took the book down.  As Beth looked at the book, she knew instantly it wasn’t hers and she never seen it before.  Wondering why it was up on Bert’s closet shelf, Beth opened it and read, “Memories of Bert Olif—Started 10/02/2003”

          Beth looked at the clock and saw it was 1:30 P.M.  She could read Bert’s diary for a little while and see what he had written.  Her first thought was, “I wonder how many women he has written about.” 

          She turned to the first page and read, “It is a beautiful day and I detest the job I have to do.  Beth would kill me if she found out what my job really is.  I hate to keep her in the dark but I do not want to see her get hurt.”

          Beth read most of the diary and completely and forgot about the time.  She suddenly heard the front door open and she slammed the book shut, had it on the shelf, and Bert’s closet door shut just as he called out, “Beth, where are you?  I’m home.”

          Beth came out of the bedroom, saying, “Oh, my gosh.  I didn’t think it was so late.  I’ve been house cleaning.  I’ll start dinner right away,” and she gave him a kiss on the cheek as she hurried into the kitchen.

          Beth kept thinking about the book and wondering, was it just a story Bert was writing or did he actually do those things?  

          Beth jumped as Bert touched her arm and said, “Hey!  Why so touchy this evening?  That sure smells good.”

          Beth mumbled, “Nothing’s wrong.  I’m just tired out from cleaning house.  I had just finished my closet and was going to start on your side and then I’d be finished.  It will be a relief to have it all finished.”

          “How soon will dinner be ready?  I’ll take a shower and change into something more comfortable.”

          “Give me half an hour and it will be on the table.”

          “Half an hour?  I can really take a good long shower this time.  Be out at 6:30,” Bert made a menacing movement as he continued, “and dinner better be on the table.”

          He grabbed Beth and swung her around, then gave her a big kiss as he stood her back on the floor, saying, “Remember, on the table at 6:30.”

          “Yes, yes,” Beth cried, “It will be on the table at 6:30.”

          She turned to the stew and her eyes clouded as she thought that Bert was just writing a story.  She would see what he had written for tonight, then she would have to ask him about the diary.

          Beth quickly set the table and had the stew in the center of the table just as Bert came into the kitchen, “Oh, Boy!  Does that ever smell good.  You are a real great cook, Beth.  I’m glad I married you.”

          “Thanks, Bert,” was all Beth could say.

          They ate in silence and then Beth got up to start cleaning away the dishes but Bert grabbed her arm and said, “Please sit here for awhile.  We have something to talk about,” and he reached behind himself and pulled out the diary.

          “I see you found my diary and have read some of it.  Hope you weren’t too disappointed in what you read.”

          “I’m…I’m sorry about finding the book, but when I was vacuuming in your closet, I hit my head on your shelf and the book fell part way behind the shelf.  I couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing with such a book and of course I had to see what you had written.”

          Tears were running down her cheeks and she blew her nose, “I’m sorry, Bert.  I am hoping you are writing a book and didn’t want me to see it,  yet?  Are you?”

          “No, Beth.   This is real stuff and I hate doing it.  I wish you hadn’t found it, yet, because the job will be over in another week and then I can turn in my book and forget all about this assignment.”

          Beth was overcome with crying and couldn’t answer.  She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, then said, “I’m…I’m sorry, Bert.  What happens to me now?”

          “What happens to you?  What do you mean?”

          “I mean, do you have to get rid of me because I read part of this?” Beth asked.

          “Get rid of you because you’ve read part of this?”  Bert got up and knelt beside Beth, “I told you, I’m glad I married you and I meant it.  I don’t want anything happening to you,” and he held her tight.

          “Did…did you find that bad guy?”

          Bert stroked her hair and answered, “Yes, and he lives right here in town.  We’ve looked all over the country for him and he lives right here in our town.  Right here in Topeka.  That is why I wish you hadn’t found the book.  We can’t have it getting out that we found him.”

          Bert stood up and pulled Beth to her feet, “I’m sorry about finding the book, but it is a relief not having to deceive you anymore,” and he held her close.

          Beth’s sobs subsided and Bert held her away from him, “Now, darling, let’s do these dishes.”

          Beth gave a few small giggles and asked, “Bert, you want to help with the dishes?”

          “I sure do.  Then we’ll talk some more about my job.”

          After dishes were finished and everything was put away, Bert took Beth’s hand and said, “Now we will go to the bedroom.  I want to show you something,” and he led the way.

          After sitting Beth on the bed, he walked to his closet and it seemed like he was trying to pick the wall apart with his nails.  Beth said, “My gosh, Bert.  Wouldn’t it be better to…” and she stopped just as a board came off

          She gasped and asked, “When did you do that?”

          Bert took out a small box and sat on the bed beside her.  “Remember the day you went shopping with Mary Ann?  That is the day I did that.  I had to keep this stuff hidden until needed,” and he opened the box.

          Beth couldn’t believe her eyes, “Why would you need that kind of stuff?  I don’t get it.”

          Bert walked over and pulled down the window shade, then switched on the light, “You see, Beth, this is a terrible job and the police don’t want me to be seen in real life.  Here, I’ll put it on and see what you think.  Now close your eyes.”

          Beth closed her eyes and wondered what Bert would look like.  Then she heard, “O.K. Beth.  What do you think?”

          Beth jumped off the bed and backed away crying, “Oh, my God!   Oh, my God!  Who are you?  Where’s Bert?” and she started crying again.

          Bert whipped off the wig, mustache, and spectacles.  He grabbed Beth’s arms and said, “Beth!  Beth!  It is me, I’m Bert, can’t you see, it’s me?”

          Beth wiped her eyes and looked at Bert.  She flung her arms around his neck and cried a long time while he held her and stroked her hair, saying, “Don’t cry, honey.  It will be over soon and then we’ll burn all this stuff.  I promise.  I love you, Beth.  Please don’t cry anymore.”

          After Beth stopped crying, she said, “I’m sorry, Bert.  This has been a bad day for me.  You didn’t look anything like yourself and it scared me to think someone else had come in and made you go away.  I’ll be glad when this is over.  “Oh, Bert, I love you so much,” and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

          They stood like that for a long time, rocking back and forth, as Beth’s voice quieted down.  When she stopped crying, Beth slipped her arms down to Bert’s chest, looked into his eyes and asked, “Will you have to wear that…that stuff when you all go for him?”

          “Yes, dear, I will.  You didn’t recognize me and I’m sure no one else will, either.  Now I better put this away.  Then we’ll go to bed.  I’m really sorry I scared you.”

          “I understand, Bert,” Beth said.  “But can’t they get someone else to point him out?  Why you?  Why my Bert?’

          “I am sorry but I was the only one that saw who it was that knocked that poor woman out and stole her purse.  I couldn’t take care of both of them, so I had to take care of the old woman.  She cried and cried when I told her the guy had gotten away with her purse.  Then she started to laugh, and said, “Boy, will he be mad.  I put the money in my bra, so if anyone stole my purse, I’d still, I’d still have my money for my house payment.  Please take me to the police station so I can have an order put out on that guy.”  So I asked her what she meant by “an order” and she said, “I want him arrested.”  So, now I’ve been working with the police all this time trying to find this guy and finally we found him.  Within a week, everything will be over with and yes, I’ll be glad, too,” and he gave Beth a big kiss.

          Then he handed her the book and said, “Do you want to read the rest of the story while I get ready for bed?”

          Beth pushed the book away and said, “No!   Oh, no!  I’ve had all I want of that story.  Just hurry to bed and hold me tight.”

          Bert hurried to bed and they lay talking about anything they could think of, besides the book.  Suddenly Bert sat up in bed, saying, “Oh, my gosh!  What time is it?”

          Beth looked at the bedside clock and said, “It’s only 9:10.  What is the matter?”

          Bert gave a whistle and said, “Wow!  Only ten minutes late.  I was supposed to call the leader at nine.  Excuse me for awhile, Beth, but I must check in with Bob.”

          “That’s all right, Bert.  I’m O.K. now.”

          Bert called Bob and they talked for half an hour while Beth rubbed Bert’s back.  Then the two settled down in bed again  and Beth told Bert she was really tired and he said he was, too, and they both finally went to sleep.

          The alarm woke them at 6:30 A.M. and they both felt so good, that Bert again thanked Beth for being so understanding about the book.  “Oh, Bert, you don’t know how scared I was when I found that book.  I really thought you had someone else.  I’m sorry.”

          “I understand, babe,” Bert said as he held her tight.  “I just wish I could have said something to you at the beginning of all this but Bob advised against it.  It will be over soon, thank God.”

          He kissed her and said, “Well, off to work after a good breakfast.  I’m hungry, how about you, Beth?”

          “Yes, I’m hungry, too.  I’ll get it ready while you get all set for work,” and she laughed as she hurried to the kitchen.

          They ate their breakfast, then Bert patted his stomach and said, “Now I’d like to lie back down, but Bob will be waiting.  See you tonight, honey,” and he have her a big kiss.

          Beth sat back down for another cup of coffee before getting dressed and finish cleaning the bedroom.  She was thankful Bert had told her everything and she now felt more at ease.  She put the dishes in the sink and went to the bedroom to get dressed.  She thought, ‘Just a peek at the book, then I’ll finish cleaning this room.’

          She reached for the book but to her  astonishment, it wasn’t there.  She looked everywhere she could think of, but no book showed up.  Then she thought about the loose board, ‘Maybe he put it with the other stuff.’

          It took Beth fifteen minutes to get the board loose and she stood there dumbfounded.  Nothing was in there.  ‘What had Bert done with it all?  He said it wasn’t supposed to be until next weekend.  Oh, God!  I hope he wasn’t lying,’ she thought.

          The ringing of the phone startled her and she shook as she picked up the receiver, “Hello.  Beth Olif here.”

          “Hello, Beth.  This is Bob.  Can you please get to Maryland Hospital right away?  Bert’s been hurt.”

          “Oh, my God!  How bad is he?” Beth asked.

          “I’d rather not say anything more right now.  I’ll meet you at the hospital.   Good bye.”

          Beth hurried and got her things ready and as she reached for the phone to call a taxi, she noticed that it was 10:30.  She thought, ‘Oh, please.  Don’t let anything happen to Bert.  I really need him,’ and she dialed for a taxi.

          Bob met her at the entryway of the hospital and took her arm as he led her to the lounge area.  “I’m sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, but maybe Bert won’t make it.  He was climbing up a ladder and he fell.  I’m so sorry.  He is still in surgery.  The doctor will be here when he is finished.”

          Beth was still crying when the doctor came in.  “Is this Mrs. Olif, Bert’s wife?” he asked.

          Bob jumped up and said, “Yes, Dr. Smith.  This is Mrs. Olif.  How is Bert?”

          “Too early to tell, but he is resting comfortably.  He might loose a leg but we are hoping for the best.  Come with me, Mrs. Olif and you can see Bert for just a little while.”

          “Oh, Dr. Smith.  Can’t you tell me what happened?  Bob said Bert might not make it.  Please save him,  I really need him.”

          “We are doing our best, Mrs. Olif.  Now please, do not cry in front of Bert.  It might get through to him.  We do not know,” the doctor said as he opened the door to Bert’s room.

          Beth gasped when she seen Bert and the doctor looked at her as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

          The doctor said, “Are you going to be able to sit with him for awhile?”

          “Yes, oh yes,” Beth said as calmly as possible.

          “Then we’ll let you sit here by him for awhile.  Please be very quiet,” Dr. Smith said.

          Beth shook her head, yes, and walked to Bert’s bedside.  She wanted to cry again because it wasn’t to long ago that he was happy and excited about getting that bad guy.  Now this.  ‘Oh, please dear God!  Make Bert get well.  I really need him,’ she prayed over and over again as she held his hand.

          Bert looked at Beth with unseeing eyes as she prayed to God to give Bert back to her.  The door opened and Bob stood there saying, “Time is up, Mrs. Olif.  The doctor sent me to get you.”

          As Beth stood to leave, Bert grabbed her hand, saying, “Not Bob!  Not Bob!” and his hand fell to the bed.

          The doctor and two nurses came running in when they heard the racket and Dr. Smith asked, “What is going on here?  I told you to be quiet,”  and he looked at Beth.

          “I was quiet but when he came in, Bert grabbed my hand and yelled, ‘Not Bob.’  I want to know what is going on.”

          “Let’s all go out into the corridor, please.  Nurse Johnson, give Bert a shot of the nerve relaxor, please.”

          In the corridor, the doctor said, “O.K. you, let’s see your I.D. badge,” as he pounded his finger into Bob’s chest.

          Bob said, “I…I told you I lost it at the site where Bert fell.  I have to go look for it,” and he turned to leave.

          Beth cried out, “No, don’t let him go alone.  Bert knew something was wrong when he heard that voice.  Call the police, please.”

          Nurse Johnson came out and Dr. Smith told her to call the police and have them come to the hospital.  Bob gave the doctor a shove and the doctor and Beth both landed on the floor as Beth’s one foot shot out between Bob’s legs.  Bob cursed as he fell, hitting his head on the nurses desk.  The doctor quickly jumped up and got some rope from the storage unit and tied Bob up and Nurse Johnson called the police. 

          When the police arrived and were introduced to Beth, one of them said, “Hello, Mrs. Olif.  We wondered where you and Bert had gone today.  He didn’t show up at work.  I’m Lt. Bob and this is Lt. Jim.”

          Beth gasped and pointed to Bob on the floor, “But…but he  said he was Bob and called to tell me Bert got hurt and was here.”

          Lt. Bob said, “Bert is hurt?  How bad is he, Dr.?”

          “We aren’t sure how he’ll make out.  He fell off a ladder, supposedly, and is quite bed.  But he just let Mrs. Olif know that guy wasn’t Bob.  We aren’t sure, but Bert might lose a leg because of whatever happened to him.”  He pointed to Bob, on the floor, and said, “Maybe he can tell us what happened for sure.”

          “That’s Andy Grimes.  The guy we were looking for.  How did he ever get Bert to go with him?” Lt. Bob asked.

          “That old goat was easy to get.  I’ve been watching him for some time now.  Just cut him off and told him Bob wanted to see him at a different place.  My uniform fooled him,” Andy said, still lying on the floor.

          “You better hold your tongue until we can get you down to the station,” Lt. Bob said as he and Lt. Jim helped Andy upright.  “Nice tying job,” Lt Bob said with a laugh.

          “Doctor, may I go back in by Bert?” Beth asked.  “I promise to be very quiet.”

          “All right, Mrs. Olif.  You may stay with him awhile longer,” the doctor said.

          The doctor walked with Beth to Bert’s room and opened the door.  He couldn’t believe his eyes, as Bert was sitting up in bed trying to take the bandage off his leg.  “What are you doing, man?  Don’t take that off.  Your leg is hurt real bad.  Please lie down and talk with your wife.”

          “But that guys not Bob.  I have to stop him,” Bert said.

          “We know, Bert.  The police just took Andy Grimes away,” Beth said as she patted Bert’s shoulder.  “Lt. Bob said for you to get a good nights sleep and he’ll be here tomorrow to see you.  Now relax and let the doctor finish putting the bandage on your leg, again.”

          “Boy, am I tired,” Bert said.  “What did that nurse give me?  Stay with me, Beth, I need you more than ever,” he said as he drifted off to sleep.

          The doctor brought a chair for Beth to sit in beside the bed and he said, “Bert will sleep most of the night.  I wish you’d go home and get some rest, too.”

          “Sorry doctor,” Beth said.  “I told Bert I’d stay and if it means better health for him, I’m going to stay.  Please don’t make me leave him.”

          “No, Ma’am.  You can stay with him, all night if you want to,” the doctor said.  “I’ll be checking up on him regularly, though.”

          “Thank you, doctor,” Beth said as she sat down and took Bert’s hand in hers’ and caressed it, saying, “Thank you, God, for making Bert all right.  Now please, just make him get completely well for me.”

          In the morning, Lt. Bob arrived with papers for Bert to sign and told him he had done a wonderful job.  Andy Grimes couldn’t talk enough about that dumb old woman whose purse he had stolen and about Bert.  They all were praying that Bert’s leg would heal and he now wouldn’t need that book and disguise anymore.

          Bert told him that he had them in his car and he tried to tell that to Andy, but he wanted to take him home to get the stuff but Bert wouldn’t take him back there and scare Beth anymore.

          Beth cried, “Oh, Bert!  I looked all over for that book and couldn’t find it.  I had a feeling something was wrong.  But, God willing, our prayers will be answered.  You just get better now so I can take you home, all in one piece.”

         

 

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