In the next year, Julia didn't have a single boyfriend. It's not that she didn't get asked out, just that she didn't want a relationship. Maybe it was because of what had happened in her previous relationships, maybe it was because of her work, maybe it was simply because she wasn't in the mood. Well, whatever it was, she didn't want any part in any close relationship.
She went around the world, digging up old artifacts and making pretty good salary. She made quite a few speeches at museums and around the world as well.
She never saw Roger again, well with the exception of at the annual National Archeologists Convention in New York. But she only saw a quick glance of him. She had no desire whatsoever to speak with him either, so she just let him go about his business.
Then her job started to get boring. It wasn't that she didn't like archeology anymore, she just got bored. There was no excitement, even when she actually found something. It wasn't a very stable job, so her finances were struggling as well. Not to mention she just didn't feel whole. She felt like a part of her was missing. A big part.
One day in the summer of 1986, when she was on leave from work, she decided to pull out her old dusty movies and watch one. She hadn't watched a single one in three years. She pulled out 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'. As she sat there watching it, she started to cry. She loved him and she knew it. She'd loved him for all these years, but just didn't want to admit it. And when he kissed the woman in the movie, she cried even harder.
When the movie was over and her tears finally dried up, she mustered up the courage to call him. she still had his number memorized and dialed it with shaking hands. RING...RING...RING...RING...RING.
"Hi, you've reached, the Ford home," said his voice on the answering machine, "I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message after the beep, I'll try to reach you as soon as possible." She heard the beep and her voice froze in her throat. She stood there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only 15 seconds and then she choked out,
"I-I-" and hung up. What was she going to say? "Hi Harrison, it's Jules. I love you. Take me back."? She didn't think so.
She walked into her bedroom and opened the top drawer of her dresser. She reached in the back and took out a photo of her and Harrison together. It surprised her that she had still known exactly where it was.
As she looked at the picture, the two of them smiling, loving every minute spent together, tears started to roll down her cheeks. They dropped onto the photo, tears mixing with three years worth of dust.
The tears kept coming more and more, faster and faster, until she collapsed on the bed, eventually crying herself to sleep.
The next morning, she popped on her laptop she had received from the Smithsonian as a gift, and went on the Internet. It was still a new concept, but you could still find things you needed on it. Especially in her profession.
She searched for hours on end to find out if and where Harrison was shooting his newest movie. Finally, an hour and a half later, she found it. It was entitled "Frantic" and was being shot in Paris, France. She scraped up all the money she had and took the first flight out of there.
She went around the world, digging up old artifacts and making pretty good salary. She made quite a few speeches at museums and around the world as well.
She never saw Roger again, well with the exception of at the annual National Archeologists Convention in New York. But she only saw a quick glance of him. She had no desire whatsoever to speak with him either, so she just let him go about his business.
Then her job started to get boring. It wasn't that she didn't like archeology anymore, she just got bored. There was no excitement, even when she actually found something. It wasn't a very stable job, so her finances were struggling as well. Not to mention she just didn't feel whole. She felt like a part of her was missing. A big part.
One day in the summer of 1986, when she was on leave from work, she decided to pull out her old dusty movies and watch one. She hadn't watched a single one in three years. She pulled out 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'. As she sat there watching it, she started to cry. She loved him and she knew it. She'd loved him for all these years, but just didn't want to admit it. And when he kissed the woman in the movie, she cried even harder.
When the movie was over and her tears finally dried up, she mustered up the courage to call him. she still had his number memorized and dialed it with shaking hands. RING...RING...RING...RING...RING.
"Hi, you've reached, the Ford home," said his voice on the answering machine, "I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message after the beep, I'll try to reach you as soon as possible." She heard the beep and her voice froze in her throat. She stood there for what seemed like hours, but was probably only 15 seconds and then she choked out,
"I-I-" and hung up. What was she going to say? "Hi Harrison, it's Jules. I love you. Take me back."? She didn't think so.
She walked into her bedroom and opened the top drawer of her dresser. She reached in the back and took out a photo of her and Harrison together. It surprised her that she had still known exactly where it was.
As she looked at the picture, the two of them smiling, loving every minute spent together, tears started to roll down her cheeks. They dropped onto the photo, tears mixing with three years worth of dust.
The tears kept coming more and more, faster and faster, until she collapsed on the bed, eventually crying herself to sleep.
The next morning, she popped on her laptop she had received from the Smithsonian as a gift, and went on the Internet. It was still a new concept, but you could still find things you needed on it. Especially in her profession.
She searched for hours on end to find out if and where Harrison was shooting his newest movie. Finally, an hour and a half later, she found it. It was entitled "Frantic" and was being shot in Paris, France. She scraped up all the money she had and took the first flight out of there.