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Suddenly the phone rang and stopped Indiana and Kayla in their conversation. "Excuse me for a moment", Indiana said, standing up, and left the room. Kayla heard him picking up the receiver in an adjusting room. She could not hear anything of the conversation, so she tood up, taking a closer look at the room. There was a picture of her father and three other men, taken at least 15 years ago. There were some paintings of Aztec temples, Egyptian pyramids and oriental buildings. There weren't any archeological pieces in the room. Indiana Jones apparently was a serious archeologist, despite the stories of his reckless adventures. 'If those are even true', she thought. He didn't keep and goodies for himself but put them all into a museum.
Indiana finished his phone talk and came back into the living room. He watched his daughter who stood in front of a picture of himself, his father, Marcus and Sallah that had been made shortly after their adventure with the grail. Marcus had retired from the museum a year later and died in 1944. Sallah was still doing great but had handed his business down to his oldest son. His father – Henry Jones sen. – had at least quit teaching four years ago at age 75 and was now living in Boston, about ten minutes away from Indiana. He had tried to convince his father to move in with him but stubborn as he was, he refused to be treated like "an old man short off his death bed". Indiana was still amazed how well their realtionship had become after their adventure with the grail.
He coughed as to not startle Kayla and when she turned around, he had such a vivid picture of her mother in front of his eyes that he inhaled sharply before he said: "That was my father. We wanted to meet for lunch but I told him that something intervened. So I guess he'll probably come by here before noon", he added with a small smile.
"Oh, I guess it's okay to get to know my grandfather, too", Kayla said. She hadn't thought the day to take such turns. When she had arrived here, she still hated this man – whom she didn't even know yet – and now she was beginning to like him and should get to know her grandfather.
"Would you like something to drink?" Indiana asked who saw the distress on Kayla's face. "Coffee, perhaps?"
"Yes, thanks", Kayla answered, liking the sound of that. As she was addicted to coffee, you wouldn't have to ask her twice for that.
ebonezer: thanx for your grammar advise. Hopefully this chapter is long enough for you :)
Suddenly the phone rang and stopped Indiana and Kayla in their conversation. "Excuse me for a moment", Indiana said, standing up, and left the room. Kayla heard him picking up the receiver in an adjusting room. She could not hear anything of the conversation, so she tood up, taking a closer look at the room. There was a picture of her father and three other men, taken at least 15 years ago. There were some paintings of Aztec temples, Egyptian pyramids and oriental buildings. There weren't any archeological pieces in the room. Indiana Jones apparently was a serious archeologist, despite the stories of his reckless adventures. 'If those are even true', she thought. He didn't keep and goodies for himself but put them all into a museum.
Indiana finished his phone talk and came back into the living room. He watched his daughter who stood in front of a picture of himself, his father, Marcus and Sallah that had been made shortly after their adventure with the grail. Marcus had retired from the museum a year later and died in 1944. Sallah was still doing great but had handed his business down to his oldest son. His father – Henry Jones sen. – had at least quit teaching four years ago at age 75 and was now living in Boston, about ten minutes away from Indiana. He had tried to convince his father to move in with him but stubborn as he was, he refused to be treated like "an old man short off his death bed". Indiana was still amazed how well their realtionship had become after their adventure with the grail.
He coughed as to not startle Kayla and when she turned around, he had such a vivid picture of her mother in front of his eyes that he inhaled sharply before he said: "That was my father. We wanted to meet for lunch but I told him that something intervened. So I guess he'll probably come by here before noon", he added with a small smile.
"Oh, I guess it's okay to get to know my grandfather, too", Kayla said. She hadn't thought the day to take such turns. When she had arrived here, she still hated this man – whom she didn't even know yet – and now she was beginning to like him and should get to know her grandfather.
"Would you like something to drink?" Indiana asked who saw the distress on Kayla's face. "Coffee, perhaps?"
"Yes, thanks", Kayla answered, liking the sound of that. As she was addicted to coffee, you wouldn't have to ask her twice for that.
ebonezer: thanx for your grammar advise. Hopefully this chapter is long enough for you :)
