Chapter 10 of Annie Jones (it's not good. Someone else do the next one!!)

Posted by Tessa from proxy.iad3.netsetter.com on August 15, 2001 at 20:35:23:

Chapter 10
Annie and Ben sneaked back in to the restaurant, grabbed his laptop and went to his hotel room.
Ben hastily packed his bags as Annie said, “Mom must have found something to make Mr. Gunter angry.”
“But what?”
“I wish I knew,” Annie sighed, “I don’t know much about this situation, except from what my uncle told me and read in the paper.”
Ben glanced at his watch, “Come on. We have to get out of here in case he comes back.”
They walked out of the hotel as the sun was setting. “It’s getting dark,” Annie commented, "We should find a place to sleep and start out in the morning.”
“Any ideas?”
Annie shook her head as they roamed around the marketplace. Then they heard and saw an older man saying,
“I must get back to the village. The archeologists need their supplies.”
They saw him standing next to a truck with a covered canapy. “Come on,” Annie said as she lifted the canapy, “They’ll lead us to Mom.”
Ben and Annie got in and hid in the truck. After the truck started and roared, they fell asleep, exhausted from their escapade in the marketplace.

****
Alexandra Stephens, or known commonly as Lauren Jones, gazed at the fire of the campsite. Her whole body was tense, her blue eyes was full of seriousness and intelligence. A hand groped her shoulder as she pulled the hand off and flipped the guy. She looked at him, gasped, and said,
“Tom, I’m so sorry,” as she held her hand out.
“Edgy lately, Laurie?”, he said gruffly, brushing the dirt from the beack of his neck.
“A bit,” as she stared into the fire, “I feel something’s going to happen.”
“You’re too much of a worrywart, love,” as he kissed her cheek, “Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Just like the lootings, right?” challenging him.
Tom Raleigh stared at her, used to her remarks and rebukes, “Only a handful of times that I have been wrong, my dear.”.
They were an odd pair, yet they were compatiable. When they first met, Lauren was a student and Tom was a professor at Barnett. She thought back to the first time they made love, over sixteen years ago, and smiled. He left after that day, feeling guilty, only to come back into her life five years later. They had gotten married two months ago while attending a conference on archeological advances in London, without telling either of their families.
Or Annie, Lauren thought with guilt about the baby girl she left with her brother. She never told Tom about her, thinking it would be the best. Her daughter did not know she even existed as a part of her life. The sound of a truck rumbled in as she stood to help with the supplies,
“Pedro. Any trouble?”
“Not at all, Senorita Stephens,” smiling at her.
“Good,” Tom said, “That’s the last thing we need. And....”
Lauren glanced at him, “What’s the matter?”
“Pedro managed to get a couple of stowaways,” as he uncovered Ben and Annie.
Lauren looked over and her eyes widened, “It couldn’t be,” she muttered as she ran to her tent to rummage in her knapsack.
“Lauren,” Tom said as she pulled out a picture, “What’s the matter?”
Clutching the picture of Annie, tears welled in her eyes and said, “I know that girl.”
“But how? From the village?”
Lauren shook her head and stared at him, “Someone I should have told you about years ago.”

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• hey, it's not bad! :) NM Indy Jayne 12:20:51 8/17/2001 (0)

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