Frank Hardy smashed her bedroom door open, finding her riding his brother, sweat running down her naked body.
“You… you… whore!” yelled Frank, tears falling.
Nancy Drew’s face turned red, ashamed to be caught in such an intimate position with her boyfriend’s brother, Joe Hardy.
“Let me explain, Frank,” she said as she covered her nakedness with a sheet.
“And you!” yelled Frank, pointing at his brother, Joe. “How could you do this to me? To your own brother! I knew the three of us shouldn’t be working together. I never wanted to solve “The Mystery of Life.” This was bound to have happened!”
“That’s just it. This IS the Mystery of Life.” said Nancy, putting on her glasses.
“What?!” screamed Frank.
“The Mystery of Life. It’s solved.”
Nancy Drew stood between the two brothers as she tied her hair back. These were her two lovers, two men who made her feel special in different, unique ways.
She loved Frank’s intellect and his ability to follow a clue like a bloodhound. She never felt closer to anyone than when they worked together on “Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys: The Case of the Counterfeit Indians.”
With Joe, the relationship was more chemical, more animalistic. She would never forget the way she gave her womanhood to him on that sandy beach during “The Mystery of Makatook Island,” allowing him to dominating her like the bull from “The Treasure of the Matador,” until all resistance faded, the way the old mine collapsed in “Panic on Seagull Island.”
“What are you talking about, Nancy?” asked Frank. “How is the Mystery of Life solved?”
“Uh, I don’t get it either,” said Joe, still in bed, echoing his brother.
Nancy continued, her voice full of energy.
“We were hired to solve the Mystery of Life, and this is it. LIFE. Life goes on. You can’t hold it in your fingers or put it in a box. You can’t plan on life going your way. That’s the mystery. You can’t control LIFE. One minute you could be in love with me, and the next minute I might be in bed with your brother. Life has its ups. Life has its downs. You never know exactly what’s going to happen next. And that’s the Mystery of Life!”
Frank and Joe glanced at each other, both aware of the games women play.
“That’s utter bulls**t,” said Frank.
“I’d have to agree with my brother, Nancy, ” said Joe. “”You never know exactly what’s going to happen next?!” Seriously, who came up with THAT one?”
“I did!” said Encyclopedia Brown, throwing open the closet door, revealing himself to be naked, muscular and tanned from his last case, “Enclyclopedia Brown And the Case of the Missing Eagle.”
“C’mon, Nancykins, ” said Encyclopedia Brown, semi-aroused. “When are these two clowns gonna leave so we can continue on with our investigation?!”
P.S. — Much love and healing to fellow blogger and REAL mystery writer, Patry Francis, on her surgery today!
