Chapter 15
Greg has not really been paying attention to the streets in front of him. It is late and there are likely very few people out. But Liz is there arguing back.
“I thought you were joking, you laughed so hard at me,” Liz sounded very indignant. She is horrified at what she has gotten herself into again.
“You had the funniest expression on your face. You looked so cute,” Greg grinned at her as he recalled her expression, all funny cocky. He would do it again, if he had the chance.
“Light,” she says.
“What?”
“The light has changed,” she points at the green light illuminating the front end of the car.
“Oh,”
This time he is a little more gentle about starting again.
“You are cursed, like witches and stuff like that?” she starts in on her line of inquiring.
“No and maybe. It was like a 2 thousand year old Tomb. Who believes in curses now a days,” he had given up trying to cover up his problem and now tried to explain.
“I have worked on so many sites and half of them have some kind of story behind them. I am cursed, bane on all who open me. Blah, blah. I have never had any problems,” Greg sighed and he realized he has taken a wrong turn. And is now heading away from Liz’s little apartment. He just can’t seem to drive and talk about this with Liz at the same time. He needs to get her as far from him as possible. Maybe he can drop her off somewhere and send her an email explaining he is really very crazy.
“You are going the wrong way,” she mentions as soon as she noticed that he took the wrong turn.
“I know!” Greg bellows at her, he suddenly realizes he has lost his cool. Taking a deep breath, he tries to loosen his grip on the steering wheel.
“What I don’t understand is why you are freaking out now,” she wonders. “You were, like, all about dinner and dancing and now it’s the worst dump story I have ever heard.”
“Not dump, I was trying to take your mind off the lightening strike,”
She snorts at him.
“It was a good idea,” Greg tries to defend his reasoning. “You got up and moving at the idea of having a night out, so it worked.”
“How long have you been cursed? Had this cursed thingy or whatever,” she worriedly chewed on her bottom lip.
“I broke open a Tomb in South America, last summer. It was supposed to be one of the priest Kings from the god Urcaguary. Not much in the way of treasure hunters’ stuff. But this guy must have been afraid that his children would harm him, or something.”
“You have been cursed since the summertime and now you wanna date?” Liz can’t believe what she is hearing.
“No, and no. I didn’t know until this evening.”
“Really?” Liz implores him to tell the truth.
“Really. I got a call from a colleague. He explained what he found and that he believed the curse was real.”
“Oh god that would explain all the weirdness this last couple of weeks.” she nodded to herself, finally understanding.
“Somewhat. But it looks like I have some time. If it doesn’t kill me and all of the party members.”
“What, kill you? But…” Liz is staggered by this revelation.
“That,” Greg breaks in, “is why you need to stay away from me, Liz. I think this thing is dangerous.” It is all very reasonable to him. Keep Liz alive, end the curse and come back and get the girl.
“Like hell,” she kills that thought. Suddenly she is fighting mad. “I am not going to let you get killed over a 3 thousand year old curse. And you are not going to dump me, just because of something like a little lightening strike.” She has turned to face him and waggles her finger at him. “You said it could be undone. Right?”
“Technically yes.” Greg wonders why he is even having this conversation. He had a plan. “I have to get the Tomb resealed with the same blessing that was put there the first time.”
“Well, re-bless the thing,” she goes for the simple answer.
“Not really that easy.”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you are just going to sit there and take it,” she poopoos him. (Sad but true some people still use that kind of language.)
“That is not what I mean. This is a blessing that has not been done since that conquest in 1599. I am not sure who to talk to to translate the piece and not to mention the fact I don’t think Dean Smith will let me go back to Peru this summer.” He rattles off the list. “Oh and there is a deadline on this thing.”
“Oh please, you work in the Archeology department, you are the leading if not top expert on Native American Culture.” Liz is on a roll, her eyes take on a sharp focus of deep thought. “All you have to do is, like, give this as an Independent Study to a few students. They love to do research. And them tell them it is has a trip to Peru to top it off.” her idea is mapped out for him in the few seconds it takes her to tell it.
Greg has to stop the car again. But this time it is not a red stop light.
“Liz, you are a genius.” He turned and pulled her across the seat to his side and kissed her again.
“I bet you can even get your students to figure out when the curse is going to strike,” she said as they came up for air.
“Ha, come back here.” He pulls her back and finishes kissing her some more.
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