Time Revisited

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   AN: picture on top is the way I picture Emery but y'all can picture her any way y'all want😊

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"Hey Doc, have you seen my tools? They are in a leather brown bag and case. I know put them somewhere around here. Why is this place such a mess?" asked Emery. She looked over at Dr. Jones. "I can't seem to find them through all this clutter" she began searching frantically for her leather tool bag and case through the maps and other archaeological equipment. "It's not just clutter, Emery, it's organized clutter." "That's the same thing to me, Doc." She was very eager to get started on her first major dig as an overseer and partner of the well-known archaeologist, Dr. Peter Jones. She affectingly refers to as Doc. "Well, where did you put them the last time you used them?" asked Dr. Jones not even sparing a glance at her. He was so consumed in studying the worn tattered cloth map that showed the archaeological dig site. "If I knew that, I wouldn't be asking you where they were" responded a frustrated looking Emery.  She frantically started to go through the equipment again. She stopped and looked over at Dr. Jones. "Doc why are you using an old cloth map?  We have the  technology you can use to survey, excavate and analysis the data we collect. You don't need to use the map".  "Yes, I know but this map shows how the architect of the time designed the tomb. It also shows where all the entrances are. Incase we need to have more than one exit route."  Satisfied with his answer she went back to her search. Dr. Jones started chuckling and looked up at her as she scrambled to find her missing bag. "Emery you don't need to rush we have enough time to look". Emery stopped in her tracks and looked at over at him puzzled, "I thought we had to start right away because we're only out here for a few months before we go to Israel". Dr. Jones shook his head at her "What did they teach you at that university of yours Emery? I thought you had a doctorate in this sort of stuff. You are one of the youngest doctors in this field, are you not?" Dr. Jones laughed as he continued "don't you know you need a level head doing this type work. You need to keep calm or the Egyptian heat will get the best of you if you're not careful. We don't want you to have a heat stroke before you even had a chance to get your feet wet". Emery glanced at him for a second before she took a deep breath and sighed "You're right I'm just really excited. I've been on digs before but only as an assistant not as an overseer". Dr. Jones sat quiet for a minute before saying "At least you got me if you need any help. I've been doing this for about-" Emery stops him "26 years." She looked at him and started laughing "Aren't you a little old to be doing this type of work?"   Dr. Jones glared at Emery waiting for her laughing fit to calm down.  A few minutes later she calmed herself down.  After her last little giggle Dr. Jones raised an eyebrow at her letting out a chuckle himself. "You just couldn't resist could you." He paused shaking his head "I can't believe you said that after all those years I helped your mom take care of you when you were little".  Emery stifled a laugh that was daring to escape her lips "Nope and you had to you're my mom's brother after all" she stated still smiling. "Well I didn't have to, but you were just 18 months after your dad passed.  And I just thought your mom could use some help with raising you and your older brothers. There are six of you with you be the youngest at 24. That's a lot of years when you start with the eldest son who was only 9 years-old at the time of your dad's passing. It's hard on one parent to take care of six children. Even a person as strong as your mom needs help." Emery solemnly look at the tent wall remembering her life without her father. Her mom having to work two jobs and her uncle always being there to help the best he could. He was the reason Emery wanted to be an archaeologist and have a doctorate in it. "Plus" Dr. Jones continued, "I never married and had a family of my own.  So it gave me the perfect opportunity to prefect my dad jokes. And they are the bomb.com, if I do say myself".  Emery started laughing "the 'bomb.com'? Seriously what decade are you living in?" Dr. Jones rolled his eyes. "Well I think it's the perfect description Emery. Besides it's hard to keep up with the ever changing lingo of your generation. And you shouldn't be making fun of me." "Why is that doc?" He looked at Emery with a serious expression but he had a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Because I taught you how to use a spoon". Emery tilted her head back in laughter "Touché, Doc, touché." "Well, lets get started Emery. We have a long hard day ahead of us. And maybe you left your bag and case out at the site".  Dr. Jones picked up his map and equipment and headed out of the tent.