notevenjokingfic: Chapter 9The Missing Claire read the letter again, grinning up at her Uncle….

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Chapter 9
The Missing

Claire read the letter again, grinning up at her Uncle.  “You won!  You won Best Archaeological Book!”

Uncle Lamb shrugged, and brought the tea tray to the table.  “Put that away.”

“But- “Claire looked at him, mouth open, as he poured the first cup.  “Don’t you want to know when the ceremony is?”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t matter,” he said, placing a cup before her.  “I’m not going.”

“Uncle Lamb,” Claire was firm, “This is from the British Archaeological Society. How can you ignore this?”

“I don’t write for awards, Girl,” he said, grunting a little as he sat heavily in his chair.  

Claire sat stirring her tea for a few minutes.  Finally, she looked over at her Uncle.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” she said firmly.  “If I’m ever lucky enough to get an award from the British Archaeological Society for anything I’ve done, wild horses wouldn’t stop me from being there to receive it.”

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