My Journey by Amalie Coles

Author:Amalie Coles
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Israel, travel fiction, archaeology, young love, infidelity, marital issues, self-discovery
Publisher: Amalie Coles
Published: 2016-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“You forgot the CDs yesterday,” I told Avi during breakfast.

“Oh, those are for you,” he replied.

“What? No! I can’t take them.”

“It’s OK. No biggie.”

Before I could say anything else in protest, someone called my name. One of the computer technicians from yesterday was standing by the entrance and looking for me. I immediately braced myself for the worst. He was likely to tell me the disk was irreparable, or the information had been lost, or the waitlist in the computer shop was much longer than expected.

“I have some good news for you,” he said instead.

Part of me felt relieved. Yet I didn’t want to place my hopes too high.

“I found a place where they were able to fix the laptop immediately,” he continued.

I sighed deeply. “Did they retrieve the data?”

“Yes, they did.”

“So, when can I have it back?”

“It’s in the library.”

“Yay!” I screamed, unable to contain my excitement. Everyone turned in my direction. “My laptop has been repaired!”

“Congratulations!” Megan and Caitlin exclaimed in unison. I walked to their table and hugged each of them.

“Now I’ll finish your translation on time.” I turned to Avi.

“Just do as much as you can, Becky.”

“You don’t know me well.” I smirked.

***

“Hey, we should go out like we’ve planned,” Megan announced during dinner.

“I thought the whole thing was meant to make me feel better.”

“And now we can do this to celebrate,” Caitlin added. “I mean, it’s Wednesday, which is almost Friday.”

“Exactly! So let’s do this!” Megan exclaimed.

“Fine,” I said. “Maybe we should go. We all need a break sometimes.”

“I’m still recovering from your last one,” George noted.

“Haven’t we agreed to forget the incident?” I asked, annoyed by the unpleasant reminder.

“Oh, sorry!” He smiled. “Just don’t go crazy this time.”

“Hey, why don’t you join us?” Caitlin suggested.

“Nah, I have to finish my pottery drawings.”

“Here is another workaholic,” Megan joked.

“Who else is a workaholic?” I asked, feeling curious.

“You, of course!” She pointed at me.

“Me? A workaholic? I’ve always considered myself a lazy type.”

“We all become workaholics after staying at the Albright for a while,” Caitlin noted.

“It’s all right. Maybe another time,” George said. “Have fun without me.”

We agreed to meet in the lobby in twenty minutes. For the night, I chose to wear a pair of dark blue capris and a silky top. I also applied extra mascara and lip gloss to look good and let my hair, which I usually wore in a ponytail, hang down past my shoulders. Since I didn’t bring any heels on the trip, I had to go with my regular sandals.

I met Megan and Caitlin in the lobby as planned. Both of them were wearing skinny jeans, tube tank tops, and stilettos. Megan also had long dangly earrings. We complimented each other on our outfits and got on the first available taxi.

“Where should we go?” Caitlin asked, looking at the city map.

“There are quite a few bars along the Jaffa Street,” Megan replied. “We could go there and walk around.”

“Sure, let’s do that,” I said.

We drove past the walls secluding the Old City, enjoying the view from the window.

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