Under the smaller built-in dresser in the attic bedroom was a secret hiding place. I used it for my diaries and journals. My brother used it for his cigarettes and alcohol. Someone later used it for pornographic magazines. Mom denied knowing about the magazines and said Dad wasn’t into that sort of thing. Someone was lying.
If he used it for cigarettes and alcohol, why not porn?
The magazines post-dated his time there.
And I checked every time I visited.
My bet is on Dad.
“I checked every time I visited.” That made me laugh out loud.
Have you ever considered there might be a homeless man living in the attic? https://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/national-international/Homeless-Man-Found-Living-in-Attic-After-Virginia-Woman-Hears-Noises-Overhead-436577473.html
Ha, could be! This particular attic was my teenage bedroom, then my brother’s. Then a guest room.