Wheels of Steel, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Pepper Pace
they talked about new things; like what it had been like for Miss Lucille as a young woman. These stories interested Robin the most and she listened intently as she brushed the woman’s hair before finally giving her the usual one braid that she pinned up into a bun.
Miss Lucille was a natural born story teller. Robin always thought about The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman when she sat there listening to tales that ran the gambit from ghost stories to revenge tales, and of course, stories of segregation.
“Ben, I want to go back to Miss Lucille-”
“It’s just temporary,” he assured her. “So, are you interested?”
She had clicked very well with Miss Lucille. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to do that with just anyone. “Who is the client?”
“A young man with cerebral palsy needs an aide. This job is a little different. You will need to transport him to and from school. You will need to do some light lifting, and other then that, he is very self sufficient and can do most everything else himself.”
“Transportation? You mean use my own car because-”
“We’ll reimburse you for your mileage.”
She had become smarter in her dealings with Pinnacle. “And wear and tear?”
Ben chuckled. “You are a savvy business woman. I’ll throw in an extra fifty per shift to cover both wear and tear and mileage. Do we have a deal?” God, she just knew there was something he wasn’t telling her…
“Deal.” She said reluctantly.
“Okay. Got something to write with and I’ll give you his address. “Be there at seven a.m in order to get him to class by eight am. Got it?”
“Got it. And when does the shift end?”
“As soon as you get him home from school.”
“Okay…” Sounded a bit vague but, ok.
“Ok, Miss Mathena, I think we have a deal. Please start in the morning.”
The additional fifty dollars would be good and she’d be able to sleep at night like normal people. It had not been easy to make sure she left the restaurant by 11:30 in order to get to Miss Lucille’s by midnight. Fourteen hour days took their toll. Even after months of it, she still found it hard to sleep through the day. She had to keep her music going in order to counteract the noise of her neighbors. And even though she really had no life to speak of, she felt less so when she wanted to sleep until four o’clock only to be back at her first job by six. Reluctantly she admitted to herself that it would be nice to sleep through the night again.
Chapter 6
The next morning, Robin stretched in her bed, reveling at the feel of luxuriating there. She showered, and keeping in mind that she would have to do some lifting, put on jeans, a sweat shirt, and tennis shoes. She then brushed back her wild hair, pulling it tight into a ponytail at the top of her head; the ends springing out wildly.
She hurried to her car, a cup of coffee in her hands. It would be nice taking some kid to school, then she could get caught up on her grocery shopping. She wondered if he had a pager or something. She checked the address as she pulled up into a parking lot of a nice condo.
It was just a little before eight as she hurried up the walkway and rang the doorbell. A man in a wheelchair opened the door and the smile she had plastered on her face drooped. Man--not kid. He stared at her, his head bobbed a bit on his neck. Unruly red hair flopped into his eyes; eyes that were cold and unfriendly as they appraised her.
“Thanks for fitting me into your busy schedule.” His voice was as cold as his eyes, slurring enough that she had to strain to understand him. His mouth twisted and he gulped in a breath. “So happy that you could make it, even if you’re twenty-four hours late and I had to miss a day of classes.”
“Um…”
He rolled his chair back into
Miss Lucille was a natural born story teller. Robin always thought about The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman when she sat there listening to tales that ran the gambit from ghost stories to revenge tales, and of course, stories of segregation.
“Ben, I want to go back to Miss Lucille-”
“It’s just temporary,” he assured her. “So, are you interested?”
She had clicked very well with Miss Lucille. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to do that with just anyone. “Who is the client?”
“A young man with cerebral palsy needs an aide. This job is a little different. You will need to transport him to and from school. You will need to do some light lifting, and other then that, he is very self sufficient and can do most everything else himself.”
“Transportation? You mean use my own car because-”
“We’ll reimburse you for your mileage.”
She had become smarter in her dealings with Pinnacle. “And wear and tear?”
Ben chuckled. “You are a savvy business woman. I’ll throw in an extra fifty per shift to cover both wear and tear and mileage. Do we have a deal?” God, she just knew there was something he wasn’t telling her…
“Deal.” She said reluctantly.
“Okay. Got something to write with and I’ll give you his address. “Be there at seven a.m in order to get him to class by eight am. Got it?”
“Got it. And when does the shift end?”
“As soon as you get him home from school.”
“Okay…” Sounded a bit vague but, ok.
“Ok, Miss Mathena, I think we have a deal. Please start in the morning.”
The additional fifty dollars would be good and she’d be able to sleep at night like normal people. It had not been easy to make sure she left the restaurant by 11:30 in order to get to Miss Lucille’s by midnight. Fourteen hour days took their toll. Even after months of it, she still found it hard to sleep through the day. She had to keep her music going in order to counteract the noise of her neighbors. And even though she really had no life to speak of, she felt less so when she wanted to sleep until four o’clock only to be back at her first job by six. Reluctantly she admitted to herself that it would be nice to sleep through the night again.
Chapter 6
The next morning, Robin stretched in her bed, reveling at the feel of luxuriating there. She showered, and keeping in mind that she would have to do some lifting, put on jeans, a sweat shirt, and tennis shoes. She then brushed back her wild hair, pulling it tight into a ponytail at the top of her head; the ends springing out wildly.
She hurried to her car, a cup of coffee in her hands. It would be nice taking some kid to school, then she could get caught up on her grocery shopping. She wondered if he had a pager or something. She checked the address as she pulled up into a parking lot of a nice condo.
It was just a little before eight as she hurried up the walkway and rang the doorbell. A man in a wheelchair opened the door and the smile she had plastered on her face drooped. Man--not kid. He stared at her, his head bobbed a bit on his neck. Unruly red hair flopped into his eyes; eyes that were cold and unfriendly as they appraised her.
“Thanks for fitting me into your busy schedule.” His voice was as cold as his eyes, slurring enough that she had to strain to understand him. His mouth twisted and he gulped in a breath. “So happy that you could make it, even if you’re twenty-four hours late and I had to miss a day of classes.”
“Um…”
He rolled his chair back into
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