Disclaimer: Still don't own them, still wish I did!
That night, the couple went to dinner at a little Italian café. They sat at a small table near the window that had cozy candlelight and fresh cut flowers on it. Evy smiled at her husband as they sat down. They had decided that they would go through the house more thoroughly the next day, looking through everything and throwing away stuff that was no longer needed. The day after that, they were headed back to Egypt. As much as they hated to go back, Evy did miss her brother, and she needed to get back to her job at the Museum of Antiquities. She also needed to formally resign from the place, since she and Rick had officially decided that they were going to move.
Rick smiled at his wife. "I'll be right back" he excused himself. He got up and headed into the direction of the rest rooms.
Evy heard the door open again, and then she heard a very familiar voice.
"Evelyn Carnahan?"
"Jo McDonald?" Laughing, Evy got up and hugged the tall, beautiful woman. She was twenty-one, just Evy's age, with striking red hair and cornflower- blue eyes. She and Evy had once been best friends, but they had lost touch over the years.
"I thought that was you! What are you doing back in London?" Jo asked her friend.
"I'm-" Evy started to answer, but Jo cut her off after looking at her watch.
"You know what? I'm later than I thought I was! I just saw you sitting by the window and popped in to say hello. But I have an idea. My family's annual holiday party is tomorrow night, why don't you stop by and say hello? I'm sure everyone would love to see you again!"
Evy smiled. "That would be great. Can I bring a guest?"
"The more the merrier! So I'll see ya tomorrow night?, 7ish?"
"See you then" Evy promised.
"Great!"
Rick came back to the table just as the redhead exited the restaurant. "What was that all about?"
"That was my old friend, Jo. She invited us to her family's holiday party tomorrow night."
"Did you accept the invitation?"
"Of course! You think I would miss this chance to show you off? Not on your life!" Evelyn answered.
Rick smiled. "Fair enough. So, what time are we supposed to be there?"
"Around 7. I don't know about you, but I'm tired" Evy said, faking a yawn.
Rick gave her a lascivious grin. "Ya know, I am too all of a sudden."
Evy threw money on the table and the couple exited the restaurant.
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'AAACHOO!'
"It is rather dusty in here" Evy said, as Rick sneezed for about the millionth time.
"You're telling me!" answered Rick, putting his handkerchief back in his pocket.
Evy moved toward the dresser in what used to be her parent's room with sadness in her eyes. She picked up an old photograph and looked at it.
"This is our family. I was about fourteen in that picture. I remember, it was a Carnahan family picnic, and all my cousins, aunts, and uncles were there. It was a great day."
Rick took the photo from Evy and looked at it. It showed a family of four standing grouped together in front of an apple tree, smiling and looking pleased with life.
"It was the last picture taken of them before-" Evy broke off, eyes glistening.
Rick moved to comfort his wife. "Maybe we should do this another time."
Evy sighed. "No, it needs to be done." She suddenly burst into tears. "I just miss them so much!"
"I know, Evy, I know. But think of it this way. They're in a much better place now" Rick said, as he gently dried her tears with his thumb.
"They would have loved you, you know."
Rick smiled. "You think so?"
"I know so. You're charming, sweet, handsome, kind- what's not to love?"
"And you, Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell, are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you so much."
"Oh, Rick" Evy smiled through her tears. "I love you, too."
Evy began to pack all the old clothes, books, papers, etc. into boxes to be put up in the attic. After their parent's deaths, fourteen year old Evy and eighteen year old Jonathan had immediately moved to Egypt, where Jonathan had enrolled in University and Evelyn had gone to a private school. They had been too upset to take care of this task, and their relatives thought the job was best left to Evy and Jon. Seven years later, Evy felt that she was sufficiently ready to handle the emotional job.
Rick, meanwhile, was bored, and headed into the next bedroom. It was large and light and airy, with yellow-flowered wallpaper, gleaming wood floors, yellow and white canopy bed, and window seat with yellow cushion. As in the other rooms they had entered, everything was layered with a thick coating of dust.
Evy came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around Rick's waist.
"This was my room."
"Really? I never would've guessed" cracked Rick.
"Shut up" said Evy, smacking him lightly on the arm. She stepped over to the old dresser.
"There's nothing to pack up in here, I took all my belongings when Jonathan and I moved.
Rick checked his watch. "We should get back and shower anyway. I'm filthy, and we need to be at that party by 7, right?"
"Yeah." The couple headed back to the hotel. When they got to their room, Evy immediately headed for the bed.
I'm exhausted" she groaned.
Rick climbed into the bed next to her. "Oh yeah? Bet I can wake you up" he said, smiling wickedly and beginning to nibble on Evy's ear.
"Rick- oh that feels good- we don't - mmmm- have time."
Rick continued nibbling her neck. "Who's gonna care if we're ten minutes late?"
"I think we just got caught in terrible traffic" Evy said, finally succumbing to her husband's advances.
They were half an hour late, but Rick and Evy weren't exactly counting.
That night, the couple went to dinner at a little Italian café. They sat at a small table near the window that had cozy candlelight and fresh cut flowers on it. Evy smiled at her husband as they sat down. They had decided that they would go through the house more thoroughly the next day, looking through everything and throwing away stuff that was no longer needed. The day after that, they were headed back to Egypt. As much as they hated to go back, Evy did miss her brother, and she needed to get back to her job at the Museum of Antiquities. She also needed to formally resign from the place, since she and Rick had officially decided that they were going to move.
Rick smiled at his wife. "I'll be right back" he excused himself. He got up and headed into the direction of the rest rooms.
Evy heard the door open again, and then she heard a very familiar voice.
"Evelyn Carnahan?"
"Jo McDonald?" Laughing, Evy got up and hugged the tall, beautiful woman. She was twenty-one, just Evy's age, with striking red hair and cornflower- blue eyes. She and Evy had once been best friends, but they had lost touch over the years.
"I thought that was you! What are you doing back in London?" Jo asked her friend.
"I'm-" Evy started to answer, but Jo cut her off after looking at her watch.
"You know what? I'm later than I thought I was! I just saw you sitting by the window and popped in to say hello. But I have an idea. My family's annual holiday party is tomorrow night, why don't you stop by and say hello? I'm sure everyone would love to see you again!"
Evy smiled. "That would be great. Can I bring a guest?"
"The more the merrier! So I'll see ya tomorrow night?, 7ish?"
"See you then" Evy promised.
"Great!"
Rick came back to the table just as the redhead exited the restaurant. "What was that all about?"
"That was my old friend, Jo. She invited us to her family's holiday party tomorrow night."
"Did you accept the invitation?"
"Of course! You think I would miss this chance to show you off? Not on your life!" Evelyn answered.
Rick smiled. "Fair enough. So, what time are we supposed to be there?"
"Around 7. I don't know about you, but I'm tired" Evy said, faking a yawn.
Rick gave her a lascivious grin. "Ya know, I am too all of a sudden."
Evy threw money on the table and the couple exited the restaurant.
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'AAACHOO!'
"It is rather dusty in here" Evy said, as Rick sneezed for about the millionth time.
"You're telling me!" answered Rick, putting his handkerchief back in his pocket.
Evy moved toward the dresser in what used to be her parent's room with sadness in her eyes. She picked up an old photograph and looked at it.
"This is our family. I was about fourteen in that picture. I remember, it was a Carnahan family picnic, and all my cousins, aunts, and uncles were there. It was a great day."
Rick took the photo from Evy and looked at it. It showed a family of four standing grouped together in front of an apple tree, smiling and looking pleased with life.
"It was the last picture taken of them before-" Evy broke off, eyes glistening.
Rick moved to comfort his wife. "Maybe we should do this another time."
Evy sighed. "No, it needs to be done." She suddenly burst into tears. "I just miss them so much!"
"I know, Evy, I know. But think of it this way. They're in a much better place now" Rick said, as he gently dried her tears with his thumb.
"They would have loved you, you know."
Rick smiled. "You think so?"
"I know so. You're charming, sweet, handsome, kind- what's not to love?"
"And you, Evelyn Carnahan O'Connell, are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you so much."
"Oh, Rick" Evy smiled through her tears. "I love you, too."
Evy began to pack all the old clothes, books, papers, etc. into boxes to be put up in the attic. After their parent's deaths, fourteen year old Evy and eighteen year old Jonathan had immediately moved to Egypt, where Jonathan had enrolled in University and Evelyn had gone to a private school. They had been too upset to take care of this task, and their relatives thought the job was best left to Evy and Jon. Seven years later, Evy felt that she was sufficiently ready to handle the emotional job.
Rick, meanwhile, was bored, and headed into the next bedroom. It was large and light and airy, with yellow-flowered wallpaper, gleaming wood floors, yellow and white canopy bed, and window seat with yellow cushion. As in the other rooms they had entered, everything was layered with a thick coating of dust.
Evy came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around Rick's waist.
"This was my room."
"Really? I never would've guessed" cracked Rick.
"Shut up" said Evy, smacking him lightly on the arm. She stepped over to the old dresser.
"There's nothing to pack up in here, I took all my belongings when Jonathan and I moved.
Rick checked his watch. "We should get back and shower anyway. I'm filthy, and we need to be at that party by 7, right?"
"Yeah." The couple headed back to the hotel. When they got to their room, Evy immediately headed for the bed.
I'm exhausted" she groaned.
Rick climbed into the bed next to her. "Oh yeah? Bet I can wake you up" he said, smiling wickedly and beginning to nibble on Evy's ear.
"Rick- oh that feels good- we don't - mmmm- have time."
Rick continued nibbling her neck. "Who's gonna care if we're ten minutes late?"
"I think we just got caught in terrible traffic" Evy said, finally succumbing to her husband's advances.
They were half an hour late, but Rick and Evy weren't exactly counting.