- Steele Drivin' Man 12/?
Date: Monday, January 21, 2002
- Anne Rose <LCHAnne@hotmail.com>
Poor Fred - he thinks he sees the handwriting on the wall. As
name the ep!
Thanks to Lauryn for fine beta reading, as usual.
Your feedback is always welcome. Nancy, please archive, as usual.
Steele Drivin' Man 12/?
Date: November 12, 1983
Maintenance: Radiator flush, carpets cleaned
I guess tonight I'm gonna need to call my sister and see if she
can type up
a fresh resume for me on her new word processor. I just have
a bad feeling
I'm not going to be needed much longer, and I want to be ready
when the ax
And I thought everything was going just fine. I had a lot of
fun on my long
weekend in Vegas and I was ready to get back to work come Tuesday.
around the house for awhile waiting for Mr. Steele to call so
I could pick
him up. We've just worked it out that he will call me when he's
go, since I've spent a lot of time sitting in front of Rossmore
him. He caught an earful from Miss Holt the other day about what
gets to work, but apparently it didn't sink in yet. You never
know when he's going to be ready. I guess it depends on how late
he's been out.
Anyway, I waited and waited and finally called Miss Krebs when
get an answer at Mr. Steele's. She said he was already there.
figure out how that happened, unless Miss Holt picked him up
reason. So I drove in.
When I got to the parking garage there was some car I'd never
parked in the limo's spot, next to Miss Holt's Rabbit. And what
Even sitting still, it looked like it could fly. And in beautiful
too. Of course I recognized it right off the bat. 1936 Auburn
Speedster. Straight 8 Lycoming engine, 150 B.H.P. I remember
model of one when I was a kid, only mine was red.
I finally found a space in the public parking area, and I figured
- ask Miss Krebs to call building
security about that car in our parking
space. When I got upstairs Mr. Steele and Miss Holt were in their
with clients, so Miss Krebs wasn't too busy. I asked her about
the car and
she lit up like a flashlight. She went on and on about how she
had gotten a
great deal on it from some doctor and it would be good as a tax
Then she launched into this big explanation about how Mr. Steele
Holt had gotten involved in some mystery involving the car.
While she was talking I got this horrible feeling in my gut,
so I just had
to ask her if Mr. Steele drove it this morning. She said he did.
I told her I'd be downstairs if anybody needed me and got out
of there as
quick as I could.
As I was riding down in the elevator, I thought back to an Oprah
show I had
seen when I had a day off. They were talking about love-hate
and at the time I couldn't relate, but I can now. I mean, what
wouldn't love that fine car? I wouldn't blame Mr. Steele if he'd
himself around in that, compared to my boring gas hog that goes
from zero to 60 in three minutes. Maybe he's getting tired of
being the passenger, and
now he wants to be in the driver's seat.
Love-hate, that's for sure. I can't stop thinking that I'm going
that car when it puts me out of work.
Damn. I'm really going to miss this job.
- To be continued...
- To Part 13