Steele Drivin' Man 12/?
Date: Monday, January 21, 2002
Anne Rose <>

Poor Fred - he thinks he sees the handwriting on the wall. As usual, you
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
Mileage: 12,590
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. I hung
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 ready to
go, since I've spent a lot of time sitting in front of Rossmore waiting for
him. He caught an earful from Miss Holt the other day about what time he
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 I couldn't
get an answer at Mr. Steele's. She said he was already there. I couldn't
figure out how that happened, unless Miss Holt picked him up for some
reason. So I drove in.

When I got to the parking garage there was some car I'd never seen before
parked in the limo's spot, next to Miss Holt's Rabbit. And what a car!
Even sitting still, it looked like it could fly. And in beautiful condition,
too. Of course I recognized it right off the bat. 1936 Auburn Boattail
Speedster. Straight 8 Lycoming engine, 150 B.H.P. I remember building a
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 I'd better
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 offices
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 write off.
Then she launched into this big explanation about how Mr. Steele and Miss
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 relationships,
and at the time I couldn't relate, but I can now. I mean, what motorhead
wouldn't love that fine car? I wouldn't blame Mr. Steele if he'd rather get
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 to hate
that car when it puts me out of work.

Damn. I'm really going to miss this job.
To be continued...
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