- 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
usual, you
name the ep!
Thanks to Lauryn for fine beta reading, as usual.
Your feedback is always welcome. Nancy, please archive, as usual.
Anne
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
falls.
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.
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- To be continued...
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