Amazonia - The Athenaeum

"I promise."
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"What do you think this is? A sex toy perhaps?" Terry Olsen held up a piece of the exhibit
Audrey had commissioned and showed it to her two fellow employees and friends. Eris laughed
but Annie stepped over and took the weapon out of her hands and put it in the case designated
for its display. "Lighten up will you, Annie, I was just having a little fun."
"You do realize this is the first time in history that any Amazonian queen has allowed this stuff
out of their national archive, so forgive me if I don't feel like fooling around."
The two assistant curators looked at their friend and shook their heads. Annie Paddio loved being
able to handle history even though she may not agree with the people it pertained to. The
Amazons were no different, and Annie was no less enthralled. An island full of women wasn't
something any of them understood, but that wasn't their job. Their jobs were to lead people of all
ages through the museum and try and teach them a little something about what they were looking
at.
"Do you think you'll get all this information down in time for the opening?" Eris asked her two
companions.
"Considering Queen Audrey wanted the first people through here to be grade school children
what does it matter if we don't have the total package down yet. No one knows much about these
women, so who's going to contradict you if you get something wrong?" Terry moved to the next
box and placed the sculpture of a young woman in the glass case above it.
The blonde directing some of the men working with them for the larger pieces shook her head
and counted silently to ten. Terry and Eris had been her friends since they had been in the third
grade, and through the years they had attended different schools around the world together as
their fathers were transferred with the service. It didn't mean though that the tall redheaded Terry
couldn't be a huge pain in the ass.
"Over there, Stan, and be careful. Some of this stuff is made of wood and I don't think they
would do well hitting the marble floor in here. For the most part though, I think we're done. Once
all this is in its proper place we can call Mr. Baxter down for a final walk through, and then call
the cleaning crew," directed Annie.
"What do you really think about all this stuff, Miss Annie?" asked Stan. "I don't know who did
all the carving but it's the best I've ever seen come through here. Look at this one's features," he
pointed to a statue of Aphrodite made from a piece of olive wood. "It looks like she could come
alive and talk to you."
"That one's good, but this one is my favorite." Annie walked him to the center of the room where
a velvet rope stood as protection for the marble figure behind it.