It’s a starry night as he pulls in to check his brakes at the summit. “Now, what are you trying to do? That can wait.”
After they’ve ate and filled their other needs, it’s time to head west again. Next he dials Trudy’s number but there is no answer. Trudy is not in sight. She your old lady?”
“No, but just as close.”
“Oh. We don’t have to stop, we could eat as I drive.”
“When I get hungry it won’t necessarily be for food,” is her comeback. She hands it to Mike and says, “Eat up and I’ll give you a slice of bread to get the grease off your fingers… CHAPTER THIRTEEN
4TH MONDAY
It’s Monday and Mike is pulling out of the yard on Kingsway in POCO with a load for Sicamous. She comes running back and swoops up some snow on her way to pelt him with a snowball. Mike grins and thinks about what she’s saying. The diesel blows black smoke as they climb the long grade for the summit.
