Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
She looked from Betty to Marge, and hoped neither woman was upset with her.
“You went to him?” Marge asked.
“Yes, just to hang out.” She held the tray out for Marge to take her cup, and then it was all empty.
“Well, tell us how it went,” Marge asked. “That’s what I want to know anyway. Come on. Give me the juicy details of the hot mechanic.”
Lucy chuckled. “There’s not a lot to tell. We had a lot of fun Friday night. Shared some chicken wings, danced for a long time to some country music. Ate some burgers, danced a little more, and then he took me home. He ... walked me home.” She felt that was the sweetest thing of all, for him to walk her home. It showed that he cared.
She hadn’t sat inside a car or automobile since her parents’ accident. It wasn’t on purpose, it just kind of happened. She loved walking, and she could order online anything she needed that wasn’t available in town. Most places in town were also within walking distance. To her, it was a win-win, and she didn’t mind that.
“Is that all?” Marge asked.
“And he kissed my cheek and told me he had a good night,” Lucy said. It was sweet. Yes, it hadn’t been what she was expecting, but still, her cheek had tingled for a few hours afterward.
“What is wrong with men nowadays? I thought they were supposed to be like the men on those television shows. You know, horndogs and such,” Marge said.
Lucy heard Harry coughing, and she glanced behind her to make sure he was okay, before turning back to Marge.
“I loved that he was the perfect gentleman.”
Marge huffed.
“And what about yesterday, young lady?”
“We enjoyed some lunch, he showed me how he worked. I hung out with him. We went to the diner for dinner. He walked me home, another kiss to the cheek, and that was it.”
Lucy didn’t even know why she went to the mechanic shop. There was a chance she might have been able to help, though. For many years, she hung out with her dad and learned how to do odd tune-ups on a car, stuff that didn’t require a mechanic. There was a time when she thought about studying to be a mechanic. After her parents’ passing, she didn’t see the point. She learned about cars to have something in common with her dad, and now that he was gone, it was just a horrible reminder that he was no longer around.
“I’m going to want to see grandkids, Lucy.”
Marge always thought of her as her child, one she needed to take care of.
“I’d like to see you settled down and happy.”
“Marge, I am happy, and please stop worrying. I don’t want to speed this along. I’m happy with it going slowly.” She reached out and patted the other woman’s hand. “You’ve got to stop worrying.”
“I can’t help but worry about you. You’re twenty-four years old. You don’t have many friends, you’re alone, and hanging out with the likes of us, that is sad.”
“Stop that.”
“We’ve seen the people come and go, and I know none of us want to leave you, Lucy. We all need to know you’re being taken care of.”
Lucy looked at Marge, and then toward Harry. There were somber expressions on their faces, and Lucy couldn’t stand it.
“I think it is time I go and grab some cookies. Everyone should have a cookie to dunk, don’t you think?” She got to her feet without expecting an answer.
There was no way she was ever going to quit her job. She loved coming to work. They were her family, and she was going to be here until the end, no matter how hard it was.
“And we all want you to have a piece of that horndog, before another sinks her claws into him,” Marge said. “Twenty years ago, I would have shown that man a thing or two.”
Trust Marge to break the tension.
Chapter Four
“Your favorite movie?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t have one. What about you?”
“Nah, I’m more into a good book than I am a long, drawn-out movie.”
Isaac laughed. They had found a lovely, shady spot near the pond, with the sound of ducks bathing themselves, and the occasional quack-quack.
It was hot, and Issac had closed up shop for the day, to just enjoy some time with Lucy. She had arrived around ten, as most of the people at the care home had gone on a trip to the beach and wouldn’t be back for four days. So, for four days, she had time off.
Now, when she told him about this trip, he thought she was going away with them for the four days. He was going to miss her, but he knew how much she loved the people she worked for. He was shocked when she was told there was no room for her on the bus, and all the hotel rooms had been taken. She had to stay behind. That was when he realized Lucy couldn’t go. She couldn’t handle getting in a car, and she wondered if her friends made excuses for her, so they didn’t force her to go.