Now here are chapters six and seven!

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Chapter 6
Lauren and Indy arrived Crete by the end of the day. A young man, about twenty-five, was waiting on the airstrip and greeted them,
“Dr. Jones, welcome to Crete!” as he shook hands with Indy, “I am Jason Mathers, Mr. Donovan’s assistant.”
“Thank you,” as he looked at Lauren and said, “This is my daughter, Lauren.”
“Welcome, Lauren,” as he attempted to kiss her hand. She pushed it away and said, “Get your paws off me.”
Indy turned red as Jason remarked; “She is a feisty one, isn’t she?”
“That’s not half of it.”
“Come on, Mr. Donovan told me to show you around the camp. We only have one tent for you and your daughter, is that alright?”
“Fine,” as Lauren’s eyes widened at Indy and said, “I’d rather sleep outdoors.”
“Lauren, you’re already in hot water. Don’t push it.”
In a huff, Lauren grabbed her bags and walked off the airstrip. Indy shook his head and said to Jason,
“I apologize for my daughter, Mr. Mathers…”
“Jason, please you don’t have to.”
“Actually, you should know,” Indy said as they walked towards the waiting car, “My wife died of a long illness in June. Ever since then and my sons leaving for college, Lauren’s been lashing out at people.”
“It’s hard to lose a parent, Dr. Jones,” Jason commented, “but she’ll come around.”
I hope so, , as they approached the truck and saw Lauren smoking a cigarette. Indy sighed, took the cigarette, and stubbed it out. Lauren gave her father a dirty look, climbed into the back of the jeep and stared straight ahead.
“So,” Indy said, “how did you come about this expedition, Jason?”
“I am a third-year student in the Ph.D. department at the University of London for archeology,” he replied.
“Ah, and Mr. Donovan teaches there as well?”
“Yes, he’s my advisor, my mentor…”
“When are we going to get there?” Lauren demanded.
“Patience, Miss Jones,” Jason remarked, “Didn’t your father teach you that?”
“Did yours?” she said sarcastically.
Jason brushed the comment aside and said, “We should be there in fifteen minutes. And I will help you with your bags.”
“Thanks,” smiling at the man, “and call me Indy.”

Chapter 7
Lauren lay awake in he sleeping bag, Why am I even here? she wondered. She glanced at her father, who was snoring, and then got up. She quickly got dressed and left the tent quietly.
Lauren walked around the camp and saw tents darkened with everyone asleep. She reached the edge of camp, sat down on the ground, and stared out at the scene. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and realized, “I wouldn’t be here if Mom was alive.
She pulled out a flask of brandy from her pocket along with a picture. She thumbed it a bit and stared at it – it was her favorite picture of her mother, smiling with Lauren at her graduation from junior high almost three years ago. She put the picture down on the ground, opened the flask, and said, “Here’s to you, Mom,” and took a shot of brandy.
“Drinking won’t solve your troubles,” said a voice.
Lauren turned around, saw Jason and asked, “How the hell would you know?”
“I lost my parents when I was sixteen. A car crash in London.”
“I see,” as she took a drag of her cigarette and Jason asked, “What else has Dad told you?”
“Nothing else I haven’t noticed,” as he looked at her, “Mind if I sit down?”
“It’s a free country,” not looking up.
Jason sat down and looked at this girl. She was beautiful, he realized, but has a heart of ice. He sighed and asked,
“How old are you, Lauren?”
“Sixteen,” as she stubbed her cigarette butt out, “what’s it to you?”
“Trying to make conversation,” as she got up. She looked at him and said, “Look, Jason, she sneered. If you’re just acting as my baby-sitter to please my father, I’d stop right now.”
Lauren stomped back to camp as Jason followed her, grabbed her arm, and said, “I’m not your baby-sitter, but you have manners of a wild boar!”
“And you’re Mr. High-and-Mighty when it comes to yours.”
Jason turned her around and said, “Look there, we’re here for at least two weeks, maybe more, I’d suggest we try to get along.”
“Sure,” as she let go of his grasp and said, “When pigs fly!” as she climbed back into her tent.
Jason shook his head and thought, Women, can’t live without them, can’t live with them.

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: Chapter 6
: Lauren and Indy arrived Crete by the end of the day. A young man, about twenty-five, was waiting on the airstrip and greeted them,
: “Dr. Jones, welcome to Crete!” as he shook hands with Indy, “I am Jason Mathers, Mr. Donovan’s assistant.”
: “Thank you,” as he looked at Lauren and said, “This is my daughter, Lauren.”
: “Welcome, Lauren,” as he attempted to kiss her hand. She pushed it away and said, “Get your paws off me.”
: Indy turned red as Jason remarked; “She is a feisty one, isn’t she?”
: “That’s not half of it.”
: “Come on, Mr. Donovan told me to show you around the camp. We only have one tent for you and your daughter, is that alright?”
: “Fine,” as Lauren’s eyes widened at Indy and said, “I’d rather sleep outdoors.”
: “Lauren, you’re already in hot water. Don’t push it.”
: In a huff, Lauren grabbed her bags and walked off the airstrip. Indy shook his head and said to Jason,
: “I apologize for my daughter, Mr. Mathers…”
: “Jason, please you don’t have to.”
: “Actually, you should know,” Indy said as they walked towards the waiting car, “My wife died of a long illness in June. Ever since then and my sons leaving for college, Lauren’s been lashing out at people.”
: “It’s hard to lose a parent, Dr. Jones,” Jason commented, “but she’ll come around.”
: I hope so, , as they approached the truck and saw Lauren smoking a cigarette. Indy sighed, took the cigarette, and stubbed it out. Lauren gave her father a dirty look, climbed into the back of the jeep and stared straight ahead.
: “So,” Indy said, “how did you come about this expedition, Jason?”
: “I am a third-year student in the Ph.D. department at the University of London for archeology,” he replied.
: “Ah, and Mr. Donovan teaches there as well?”
: “Yes, he’s my advisor, my mentor…”
: “When are we going to get there?” Lauren demanded.
: “Patience, Miss Jones,” Jason remarked, “Didn’t your father teach you that?” 
: “Did yours?” she said sarcastically.
: Jason brushed the comment aside and said, “We should be there in fifteen minutes. And I will help you with your bags.”
: “Thanks,” smiling at the man, “and call me Indy.”

: Chapter 7
: Lauren lay awake in he sleeping bag, Why am I even here? she wondered. She glanced at her father, who was snoring, and then got up. She quickly got dressed and left the tent quietly.
: Lauren walked around the camp and saw tents darkened with everyone asleep. She reached the edge of camp, sat down on the ground, and stared out at the scene. She lit a cigarette, took a puff, and realized, “I wouldn’t be here if Mom was alive. 
: She pulled out a flask of brandy from her pocket along with a picture. She thumbed it a bit and stared at it – it was her favorite picture of her mother, smiling with Lauren at her graduation from junior high almost three years ago. She put the picture down on the ground, opened the flask, and said, “Here’s to you, Mom,” and took a shot of brandy.
: “Drinking won’t solve your troubles,” said a voice.
: Lauren turned around, saw Jason and asked, “How the hell would you know?”
: “I lost my parents when I was sixteen. A car crash in London.”
: “I see,” as she took a drag of her cigarette and Jason asked, “What else has Dad told you?”
: “Nothing else I haven’t noticed,” as he looked at her, “Mind if I sit down?”
: “It’s a free country,” not looking up.
: Jason sat down and looked at this girl. She was beautiful, he realized, but has a heart of ice. He sighed and asked,
: “How old are you, Lauren?”
: “Sixteen,” as she stubbed her cigarette butt out, “what’s it to you?”
: “Trying to make conversation,” as she got up. She looked at him and said, “Look, Jason, she sneered. If you’re just acting as my baby-sitter to please my father, I’d stop right now.”
: Lauren stomped back to camp as Jason followed her, grabbed her arm, and said, “I’m not your baby-sitter, but you have manners of a wild boar!”
: “And you’re Mr. High-and-Mighty when it comes to yours.”
: Jason turned her around and said, “Look there, we’re here for at least two weeks, maybe more, I’d suggest we try to get along.”
: “Sure,” as she let go of his grasp and said, “When pigs fly!” as she climbed back into her tent. 
: Jason shook his head and thought, Women, can’t live without them, can’t live with them.

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