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Pathetic DeirdreHow I Met Your Father : Season ... [HOT]



\"Yousureit'sforme?\"Indytooktheflat,rectangularbox.Itwaswrappedin whitepaper,withanenvelopetapedtoitthatsaidIndyJones.\"Probablyonly oneofusaboard.\"Hethankedtheconductor,whosmiledthinly,nodded,and retreated. Heturnedthepackageoverinhishand.Itlookedlikeacandybox.Itrattled whenheshookit.Heheldittohisnose;itsmelledfaintlyofchocolate.Who wouldsendchocolates?hewonderedasheslippedacardoutoftheenvelope. Themessagewastypewritten:Haveanenjoyabletrip,andgoodluckonyour newjob.HenryJones,Sr. Heblinkedandrereadit.Nowhowthehelldidhisfatherknowhewouldbeon thistrain?Andsincewhendidhewirehimboxesofcandy?Theyhadn'teven spokenformorethantwoyears,notsinceIndyhadinformedhimofhisswitch instudiesfromlinguisticstoarchaeology,amovehisfatherhaddescribedas foolhardyandperfidious. Thenhisfrownvanished,andasmilecurledonhislips.ItwasShannon;ithad tobe.JackShannonknewallabouthisrelationshipwithhisfather.Thepackage wasagoddamnjoke,atleasttosomeonewithShannon'sjadedsenseofhumor. Heshookhishead,andsetthecarddownonthebox. Hestaredoutthewindowattheunbrokengraynessofthecountryside,and thoughtabouthislastnightinParis.Acloudofbluehazehadhungintheairof thenightclubastheblackwomanonstageswayedandsang,hervoicedeepand sonorous,aperfectaccompanimenttothesoulfulsoundsofthecornetbeing playedintheshadowsbehindher.Asthelastnotesofthesonghadslowlyfaded awaytotheapplauseofthecrowd,thetall,ganglycornetplayerwiththegoatee andunrulyhairhadwalkedoffthestage.Heshookhands,nodded,andsmiledas hewovehiswaythroughthetables.Finally,heloweredhimselfintoachairata tablenearthecornerfarthestfromthestage. \"You'resoundingrealgood,Jack.YouandLouise,\"Indysaid. \"Thanks.It'sreallycometogetherinthelastsixmonths.\" \"I'llmissit.\" Shannonstudiedhisface.\"Idon'tblameyouforleaving.It'sgettingtoohectic. Thescene'schanged.\"Heleanedforwardandlitacigarettefromtheburning candleonthetable.\"Sometimes,Ilookaroundandthere'shardlyaParisianin




Pathetic DeirdreHow I Met Your Father : Season ...


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Hiskneesjerked,kickingtheboxintotheair.Chocolatesandspidersspewed overhim.Hebrushedthemoffandleapedtohisfeet.Hestompedonspidersand squashedchocolates,sweepinghisarmsandlegsandbodycleanofthecrawling creatures,andtryingnottothinkabouthowclosehehadcometotakingabite outofoneofthem. Finally,heexaminedhisseatandsatdownagain,butashedidfeltonecreeping insidehispantsleg,andanotherontheinsideofhiscollar.Henearlyjumpedout ofhisclothes.Heshookhisleguntilthespiderfelltothefloor,andcrushedit underhisshoe.Then,carefully,hereacheduptohiscollarandbrushedathis neck. Helaughednervouslyasachocolatedroppedtothefloor.Relieved,hesatdown, butimmediatelyfeltatinglingonhiscalf,andpulleduphispantsleg.Dozensof tiny,newlyhatchedspiderswispedoverhisleg.\"Aw...aw...\"Histeethchattered; heshuddered. Hebrushedthemoff,swattingthemwitharolled-upnewspaper.Then,he inspectedhislegtomakesurenonewasleft. Hepickeduptheboxandexaminedit.Ithadn'tbeenamatterofspidersinvading thechocolatebox.Someonehadplantedthem. \"Shannon?\"hesaidaloud.Wouldhegotoallthetroubleforapracticaljokethat hewouldn'tevenseecarriedout?Maybe,butthiswasnojoke. Helookedatthecardagain.Maybeitwashisfather?No,couldn'tbe.He wouldn't.Besides,itwasaddressedtoIndyJones,andhisfathernevercalled himthat.ButShannonknewthat.Ifthiswashisideaofplayingajoke,why wouldn'thehaveaddressedittoHenryJones,Jr.,ashisfather'slettershad alwaysreadwhentheywerecollegeroommatesbackinChicago? Heheardataponthedoor.\"Yes?\" Theconductoropenedit.\"Ineedtocheckyourticket,please.\" Indyreachedcautiouslyintohiscoatpocket,andhandedhistickettothe conductor.\"MindifIswitchcompartmentsfortherestofthetrip?Thisonehas spiders.\" \"Spiders?\"Theconductor'seyesshiftedaboutthecompartment;hisshoulders


\"God,thatcrazyoldcoot?How'shedoing?\" \"Good,Isuppose,andhe'snotcrazy.Justabiteccentric.\" Shannonlaughed.\"Yeah.Abit.\" Milfordwasaretiredprofessor,anotedauthorityonmedievalEngland,anda friendofIndy'sfather.ShannonhadmethimwhenheandIndywerecollege roommatesandMilfordwasintowntogivealecture.HehadstruckShannonas oddbecauseduringdinnerMilfordhadtwiceforgottenwhoShannonwas,once whenShannonhadreturnedtothetablewithcoffeeandlaterwhenhe'dtaken outhiscornet.Eachtime,Indyhadhadtoreintroducehim. \"Whatdidhehavetosay,orhaven'tyouinterpretedhispigLatinyet?\"Shannon asked. \"It'sMiddleEnglish,notpigLatin,andhedidn'twritehisletterinit.\"Besides hisforgetfulness,MilfordalsohadthedisturbinghabitofshiftingintoMiddle Englishduringconversations,evenwhenthetopichadnothingtodowithhis expertise.\"HesaysDadisstillangryaboutmygoingintoarchaeology.He thinksI'mwastingmylife,andeverythinghetaughtme.Inotherwords, nothing'snew.\" \"Sowhatcanyoudo?You'vegotyourownlifetolead.\" \"Trytellingmyfatherthat.Anyhow,Igottheletterjustintime.Milfordis arrivingheretomorrowandwantstoseeme.\" \"Luckyyou,\"Shannonsaid.\"MindifIskipthatone?\" Indylaughed.\"Ifiguredyouwould.I'mgoingtomeethimatthetrainstation, andwe'llgoouttolunchorsomething.\" \"BetterbrushuponyourMiddleEnglishfortheprofessoremeritus.\" Indydidn'tanswer.Hewasstaringtowardtheentranceoftherestaurantastwo womenwereescortedtoacornertable.ItwasJoannaCampbellandDeirdre.His eyesweredrawntotheyoungerwoman.Evenfromacrosstheroomshelooked radiant.Sheworeanavyblueflapperdresswithalarge,whitesailorcollar,and abowinfront.Thedresswastightaroundherhipsandfelltomidcalfwitha whitefringeatthebottom.Amatchingfloppyhatwithadown-turnedrim coveredherhead,andherauburnhaircurledoverhershoulders.


ThetrainfromPortsmouth,whereLeelandMilford'sshiphaddocked,wason time,butIndywasn't.Ashereachedtheplatform,mostofthepassengershad alreadydisembarked.Heglancedpastayoungcouplewithtwochildren,aman inakilt,andagroupofschoolgirlsinuniforms.ThenhesawMilfordmoving alongtheplatform,aleatherbagineitherhand. Heworealongdarkovercoatthatwasdistinctlyoutofseason.Hisheadwas baldsaveforabushywhitefringeaboveeachear,andamustachethatwasa thick,whitebrushdroopingoverhislips.Hiseyeswerepaleblueandwatery. Althoughhedidn'tknowMilfordwell,Indyknewhecouldbeunpredictable.He couldbeopenandfriendlyonemoment,crossthenext.Hegrinnedashesaw Milford'slipsmoving,probablyinsomeexclamationaboutIndybeinglate.As henearedhim,Indyheardhimclearlysay:\"Damntrain.Fasteronabicycle.So whylomewont.\"AndthenMilfordwaspasthim.He'djustkeptwalking. \"Dr.Milford.\"Indyhurriedafterhim.\"Hello.Dr.Milford.It'sme,Indy.\" Milfordstoppedandslowlyturned,afrownformingonhisforehead.\"Ah,Indy. Whatasurprise.\"HeshookIndy'shand,butwithoutanysignofenthusiasm. \"Whatareyoudoinghere?\" \"Igotyourletter.\" \"Youdid?\" \"Remember,youwrotethatyouwantedtomeetmeatthestation.\" Milfordlookedperplexed.\"Well,ifyousayso.\" Indyofferedtotakehisbags,butMilfordrefused. \"I'mfine,youngman.Yeshewdneuertyketoseaorroadwidmorethanyecan handle.Orsowhylomewont.\" \"I'llrememberthat.\"SowhylomewontwasapetMiddleEnglishphrasethat


thepodium,anddroppeditintohispocket.\"Rememberthosepapersaredueon Monday.\" Hegatheredhisbooksandnotestogetherashepreparedtoleave.He'dpromised tomeetMilfordattheTowerofLondoninanhour.Intheaftermathofthe incidentinthelibrary,hehadaccompaniedtheoldprofessortotheclubwhere hewasstaying,andtheresidentphysicianhadexaminedhissoreeye.Milford hadbeenbothappalledandamazedthatIndyhadgottenintoafightwitha stranger,andinalibraryofallplaces.InspiteofIndy'seffortstoeasehis friend'sconcern,MilfordwasconvincedthatIndywassufferingfromemotional problems,andhewassureitmusthavesomethingtodowiththebreachbetween fatherandson.Finally,theoldprofessorhadsuggestedtheymeetatthetowerto continuetheirtalk. \"ProfessorJones?\" Helookedup;Deirdrewasstandinginfrontofhim.Hervioleteyessoughtan explanation.\"HowcanIhelpyou?\"hesaidsharply.\"I'minahurry.\" \"Whyareyouangrywithme?Ididn'taskalotofquestionstoday,andyouwere madbeforeclassevenstarted.\" \"Ithasnothingtodowithyourquestions.It'syourbehavioroutsideofclass.\" Sheshookherhead.\"What'reyoutalkingabout?\"shestammered. \"Askyourboyfriend.\" Shewastakenback.Hersawinesswasgone.Shelookedinnocent,frail.\"Idon't knowwhatyou'retalkingabout,ProfessorJones.\" \"WhatImeanisthis:Someguyhasbeenfollowingmearound,andyesterday afterwegotintoalittlespathetoldmetostayawayfromyou.Nowwhywould hesaythat?Idon'thaveanyidea,doyou?\" \"I'msorry.Ireallyam.ButIdon'thaveaboyfriend.\"Sheabruptlyturned,and hurriedoutoftheroom. \"Yeah,sure.\"Indyglancedathispocketwatch.\"Lateagain.\"


\"Verygood,\"Milfordsaid.\"YouknowyourliteratureoftheMiddleAges.\" \"Abit.\"HistoriesoftheBritishKingshadbeenrequiredreadinginIndy's childhood.ItwastheprimarysourceofmanyoftheArthurianlegends,andin spiteofthearchaiclanguage,hisfatherhadinsistedhereadandunderstandit. Milfordlaiddownthesword.\"Doyouknowthisone?\"Heclearedhisthroatand said: \"'Forhebywordescouldcalloutofthesky Bothsunneandmoone,andmakethemhimobay, Thelandtosea,andseatomainelanddry, Anddarksomnightheekecouldturnetoday.'\" Indyshookhishead.\"Don'tthinkso.\" Milfordsmiled.\"EdmundSpenser,fromthesixteenthcentury.\" \"YouthinkMerlinactuallylived,Dr.Milford?\" \"Ifhedid,heworshippedthesungod,notthesonofGod,andofcoursebythe sixthcenturyinBritainthatwasnotacceptable.Thepaganswereadyingforce. Theirtimewasover.Legendorfact,theChristianscalledMerlinthesonofthe devil.\" Theyslowlydescendedthestonestairway,andIndy'svoiceechoedeerily.\"Do youthinkit'spossibletoprovethatMerlinwasahistoricalperson?\" \"Indy,scholarshavespentlifetimesattemptingtoprovejustthat.Butthey've failedtopresentaconvincingargument.I'mafraidit'llalwaysbespeculation.\" \"Maybearchaeologistscouldfindtheproof.\" TheysteppedoutsidetheWhiteTower.Milfordtiltedhisheadbackandgazed towardthepeakofthetower.\"Ifthateverhappened,I'dhavetoreassessmy ideasonarchaeology,aswellasMerlin.I'dprobablyhavetostartbelievingin dragons,too.\" Indylaughed.Hewasgladthathe'dagreedtomeetwithMilford.Whentheold professorwasrested,hewasstillascharmingandwittyasherememberedhim.


insteadoflinguistics.ButhewasinterestedinwhatMilfordhadtosay,and askedhimtoexplain. \"Idon'tknowenoughaboutthisesplumoir,butI'llgiveyouanotherexample aboutyourfriend,Merlin.Doyouknowwhatabarrowis?\" Indysippedhistea.\"Sure,I'vebeenanarchaeologistacoupleofmonthsnow. It'samoundofearthorstonebuiltoveragrave.Britain'sliterallycoveredwith them.\" \"Trueenough,andifMerlinwasanhistoricalperson,hewasburiedinone.\" IndywassurprisedbyMilford'sconfident,self-assuredtone.\"Whydoyousay that?\" \"I'msureyouknowthestoryofLeCrideMerlin,abouthowhecriedoutfrom histomb.\" Indynodded. \"Well,it'samistake.\"Milfordslowlystirredhistea. \"Whatdoyoumean?\" \"AmistakeinthetranslationfoundintheFrenchtexts,thenlaterrepeatedbythe English.Theoriginalwordwascruc,whichisanearlyEnglishwordforbarrow, butitwastranslatedtocri.Then,GeoffreyofMonmouthtooktheFrenchcriand translatedittocry.\" MilfordbeamedatIndy.Hewasinfullcontrolofhisfacultiesatthemoment, andhewasn'tfinished.\"Forexample,ifImayreturntothetopicoflosingone's head,whenEldolcutoffHengist'shead,he'raisedagreatcryoverhishead,' GeoffreyofMonmouthwrote.Ofcourseitwassupposedtobeabarrowthatwas raisedoverhishead.ThatwasthecustominburyingaSaxonchieftain.\" Indysetdownhiscup.\"Really?\" \"Yes,ofcourse.I'vebeenarguingthispointwithyourfatherforyears.\" \"Soyou'resayingthatMerlinwasburiedinabarrow,notinacave,\"Indysaid. \"Exactly.Thestoryabouthisbeingtrappedinacavedidn'tmakesense,anyhow. 041b061a72


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