My new name is Pitcher Girl.
Why?
Because, Abner gave me the job of bringing water to all the diggers. I sit under the Ramada and every time someone yells, "PITCHER!" I run over and give him a drink from my bucket.
We've now been in Cairo for two days now. I haven't hardly spent anytime with Indy at all. I woke up late this morning because I was up late last night, even after I talked with Indy. I almost miss him.
Almost.
I'm now wearing jeans and another blouse. My hair is pulled back again and I'm still in my sandals, despite the fact that Abner says I should be wearing a dress and heels.
My father is homicidal towards me, I just know it.
"PITCHER GIRL!" Shouts one of the workers on the North side of the digging area.
I pick up my bucket and run over to his side.
The place we are digging in is about the size of my house in diameter and rounded in the edges. According to Abner and Oxley, the tomb was in the shape of the sun, in honor of the Sun Gods.
Fine by me.
I scramble over to my caller, whose name I think is Halil.
"Here's one water for you, Mr. Halil." I say, dipping the ladle in the bucket and handing it to him.
I rather like these Egyptian men, I really do. So far, none of them have looked at me like I'm a prize toy, nor has anyone made passes at me or flirted outrageously. They're courteous, and know to give me space.
I could really get used to this treatment. Seeing as I'm the only girl here for about three miles or so.
"Pitcher girl!" Another worker calls as Halil gives me back the ladle and goes back to shoveling.
"Coming!" I yell, running as fast as my feet can carry me.
I hand the pitcher to the worker who called for it, and find that I'm next to Indy's work area.
"Where's Jones?" I ask the pitcher drinker.
"Ah, Pitcher Girl, he went to go find something called his 'Fedora'."
"Fedora? What the hell is a fedora?" I ask both the worker and myself.
Another guy calls for water before I can stay around to find out whatever the hell a 'Fedora' is.