Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 8, 2008 19:04:47 GMT -5
Chapter Four – Chris at the Museum
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Wyatt’s blue mustang pulled into an empty parking space in front of the San Francisco Museum of Natural History. The door opened to the car and Chris stepped out, still in Wyatt’s body. Wyatt’s body. Wyatt’s car. Wyatt’s job. This was going to be some day. Who ever thought I’d be here to work? At least it’s only for a day. This is almost as boring as Centennial. He shook his head. Oh, well. For Wyatt I have done a lot more uncomfortable things than working at a museum. He headed toward building, not sure he was ready to do this, but ready to try. How hard could it be?
A little while later Chris had found Wyatt’s office. It was a relatively plush office, especially for someone only in his mid twenties. Still Chris knew his brother had earned it. He just hopped that he didn’t mess anything up for his brother. I wish Wyatt had at least called with some sort of instructions. I haven’t a clue what to do.
The door opened and Wyatt’s co-worker, Nathan Hensley, entered the room. He looked at ease as he glanced into the room. There were papers dangling from one hand. “Hey, Wyatt. The boss asked me to bring up some things for you to look at since I was on my way up.”
Chris looked at Nathan’s hands, trying to disguise the weariness he felt. “Let me take a look.”
Nathan closed the gapped to Wyatt’s desk and handed Chris the papers. “It’s about the new exhibit. I can’t believe that lady is giving up all this stuff.”
Chris didn’t say anything as he looked at the papers. I hope he doesn’t expect a coherent answer. I haven’t the slightest clue what there are. He froze as his eyes fell on a figure on the page. Does that decimal place belong there? Who on earth gives away things worth this kind of money?
“Well,” Nathan said, breaking the silence, “what do you think?”
Chris looked at the paper rather doubtfully. “Did he say what he wanted me to do with them?”
Nathan shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably work your magic and make everything fit into that tiny room and still look good.”
Magic? Chris shook his head, trying to clear it. It’s just a word. Snap out of it, Chris. There is no hidden meaning here.
“Wyatt, are you okay?” Nathan asked, concern filling his voice.
“Sorry,” Chris gave him a wry look, “I’m not exactly myself.” Truer words there never were.
“Yeah, okay,” Nathan accepted easily. “I hope everything works out.” He turned around and headed toward the door. He stopped at the doorway and turned back to look at Chris. “Hey, Wyatt. I wanted to say thank you.”
“For what?”
“For helping out a couple of weeks ago so I could get home early,” Nathan reminded him. “Lacey and I enjoyed the extra time.”
Right. Wyatt told me that was why he was still at work when Kali called for help. “Glad that helped.” This is going to be a very long day.