Chapter 16
“So, what you are telling me is that you have another 18 months to fix this,” Liz asked as she followed Greg along the empty street.
Liz was trying to get a clear understanding of how this curse thingy worked. She may not have a degree in ancient languages but she can type really fast and think almost as fast.
“Why are we here?” she asked. “This is not my place.” she looked around and realized that she has no idea where why they are standing outside of old brownstone apartment building.
“No, it is mine,” he informed her.
“No more talking about this,” he tried to shush her. ” Let’s save it till we get up to my apartment,” Greg knows he was crazy for bringing her, but so far this night has taken some strange twist and turns. And in some strange way Liz has been a life saver
“And, we will be safer here because?” she said somewhat dubious at Greg’s grand pland. “Because your toaster oven will have jumped into the sink and fried all the electrical circuits? Or something weird like that,” she joked thinking of all the things that could go wrong in a kitchen alone.
“It’s safe, I know what I am doing,” he claimed.
Greg was reluctant to release her hand, but he will have to in order to open the door. He did heed her cautions by trying the door knob with a handkerchief wrapped around it. And then her scarf, around his keys. In the back of Greg’s mind he was aware of how ridiculous he looked to anyone, anyone but Liz.
The lock opened easily, and Greg swung the door in. Liz started to go in but Greg stopped her having other ideas.
“Oh, but don’t I get my kiss?” He held her shoulder with a gently grip. Liz grinned back at him getting into his humor.
“You opened another door. Thank you Greg.” she cooed at him as she gave him a quick peck on his check.
Greg tried to delay Liz with another kiss but this time she just pushed passed him. He sighed to himself and felt around for the light switch with a flick he illuminated the front hall.
Liz just stood there, staring the years of accumulated artifacts he had on display. There were the rich colors and designs of the southwest. The intricate designs of the Aztec. The beautiful soft colors and ideas of the coastal tribes. He had some thing from everywhere.
“This stuff is beautiful. Did you find it all?” she asked mouth still gapped open in delight.
“Most of it is reconstructions of things, but yes I helped find a lot of these pieces,” he admitted, rather smug at her awed expression.
“Wow,” she was completely enthralled by the thought. “No wonder you went into Native America Archeology. I never even knew any of this existed.”
Greg gave a laugh and lead her in. The rest of his apartment was a little more quiet in taste. Bookcases lined the room, a couple of comfortable chairs sat next to a soft leather couch. He spent a moment looking around to see if anything has been moved or disturbed. All was as he left it.
“I was to supposed to go in to banking like my father, but I spent one summer on the coast of Maine, doing a Archeology survey. I was hooked. There were thousands of years of culture on the river bank. I went back every year during my undergrad,” he gestured for her to sit as he told his story.
“See,” he pointed out that his apartments was undamaged. “No curse. We’re safe here.”
“If you say so,” Liz smiled sweetly at him. “I still think you should be extra careful from now on.”
“I promise.” He sat down next to her and took her hands out of her lap. “Now where were we?” he grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows.
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