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FIC: Gen: Dec. 24, 1925, Indiana jones
Sep. 3rd, 2012 09:39 pmDecember 24, 1925
My dearest Indy,
I miss you so much. My father doesn’t understand how much we love one another or he’d let you stay. He’s forgotten how it feels to be young and in love. I’m in London and will meet you at the little bench where we used to go tomorrow afternoon at 2pm. I can hardly wait.
All my love,
Marion
~~~
January 10, 1026
Marion,
I didn’t get your letter in time because I was heading toward South America. I don’t think your father will let me see you again anyway. He threatened to shoot me between the eyes if he ever saw me again.
Besides, I’m way too old for you. You’re awfully pretty but you’re still a kid. Maybe in a few years…
Yours,
Henry Jones, Junior
I believe that my grandmother was only 15 when she fell in love with Grandfather. To say her father did not approve is an understatement. They did not see each other again until 1936. My grandfather lied in his letter. From his journal, I have figured out that he really was in London and did get her letter the day it was written. He simply did not want to face her father’s wrath.
His formal Henry Jones, Junior must have really made her angry. I can remember the stormy look in her face when the subject would come up when I was younger.
My dearest Indy,
I miss you so much. My father doesn’t understand how much we love one another or he’d let you stay. He’s forgotten how it feels to be young and in love. I’m in London and will meet you at the little bench where we used to go tomorrow afternoon at 2pm. I can hardly wait.
All my love,
Marion
~~~
January 10, 1026
Marion,
I didn’t get your letter in time because I was heading toward South America. I don’t think your father will let me see you again anyway. He threatened to shoot me between the eyes if he ever saw me again.
Besides, I’m way too old for you. You’re awfully pretty but you’re still a kid. Maybe in a few years…
Yours,
Henry Jones, Junior
I believe that my grandmother was only 15 when she fell in love with Grandfather. To say her father did not approve is an understatement. They did not see each other again until 1936. My grandfather lied in his letter. From his journal, I have figured out that he really was in London and did get her letter the day it was written. He simply did not want to face her father’s wrath.
His formal Henry Jones, Junior must have really made her angry. I can remember the stormy look in her face when the subject would come up when I was younger.
