recognition could be good or bad. Ami was sweet, regardless of her intended placement of the word Sir. As Ryan turned toward the door, he thought of the word and the meaning it may have to her . As Ryan carefully stepped toward the door, he wondered of his next victim’s schedule as he took a sip from the cup.
Perfect .
Methodically, Ryan walked to his car, carefully taking another drink from the cup of coffee. A few inches of coffee removed from the full cup would ensure none would be spilled in his car during his morning trip.
To Ryan, not much was more satisfying than a flavorful cup of coffee. The caffeine soothed his mind, and allowed him to think clearly. He placed the coffee cup in the cup holder and started the car. A she began to back out of the parking stall, the vehicle’s warning buzzer chimed.
Frustrated, Ryan turned and looked at the dash. He noticed the low tire pressure warning light was illuminated. Discouraged that he may have a tire in need of repair, he opened the car door and immediately walked toward the right front tire. A mere week prior the same tire was low and required air to be added.
As Ryan noticed the screw in the tread of the tire, he placed his hands on his hips. This was a risk he could not take. The tire would have to be repaired before he drove to the suburbs. Being stranded – today – was not an option.
Not at all.
CHAPTER TWO
NEED A RIDE?
TWO. “Honey, don’t forget your backpack,” The mother reminded her six year old daughter as she ran into the kitchen.
Having a child in kindergarten was both a blessing and disappointment to Meghan. Living with her daughter for the last six years - watching her grow, seeing her learn, and anticipating her going to school had been rewarding. As the day approached for her to begin school, she dreaded the thought of her daughter leaving. The girl attending school had left the mother feeling alone and uncertain of her future.
Amanda attended school for a half day, yet those days had been the longest half days of Meghan’s life. The complications with the pregnancy would prevent her from ever giving birth again. Those complications, combined with a few other things, attributed to the early ending of her marriage to Mark. She and Amanda now lived comfortably, but alone, spending half of Mark’s inheritance.
“Honey, your shoes,” Meghan laughed as she noticed that the girls shoes were on the wrong feet.
Amanda looked down at the toes of her shoes and back up at her mother as if she had no idea of what was said.
“They’re on the wrong feet, sweetie,” Meghan said softly as she knelt down beside the young girl.
Amanda immediately sighed and dropped to the floor, grabbing her right shoe. Filled with frustration that she would disappoint her mother, she pulled the right shoe from her foot. As she did, her back pack fell to the floor.
“Sorry momma,” the little girl half whispered as she struggled with her shoe.
“No, sweetie, it’s okay. We can fix it, can’t we?” Meghan asked as she slipped her left shoe on the correct foot.
As the little girl pushed her shoe onto her foot, she looked up and nodded at her mother. Struggling with the weight of her back pack, the girl stood, stumbled, and began to regain her footing. As she began to walk toward the entrance of the garage, she thought of the school projects she intended to bring home to her mother.
“Sweetie, what’s in there?” Meghan chuckled as she motioned toward the back pack.
“Stuff,” Amanda responded as she stepped through the door and into the garage.
“We’ll look in there when you get home today and see if we can lighten that thing up. It looks heavy. Sound good?” Meghan asked as she opened the rear door of the SUV.
The mother watched as the little girl nodded her head and climbed into the SUV. The stubborn I’ll do it myself nature of
Perfect .
Methodically, Ryan walked to his car, carefully taking another drink from the cup of coffee. A few inches of coffee removed from the full cup would ensure none would be spilled in his car during his morning trip.
To Ryan, not much was more satisfying than a flavorful cup of coffee. The caffeine soothed his mind, and allowed him to think clearly. He placed the coffee cup in the cup holder and started the car. A she began to back out of the parking stall, the vehicle’s warning buzzer chimed.
Frustrated, Ryan turned and looked at the dash. He noticed the low tire pressure warning light was illuminated. Discouraged that he may have a tire in need of repair, he opened the car door and immediately walked toward the right front tire. A mere week prior the same tire was low and required air to be added.
As Ryan noticed the screw in the tread of the tire, he placed his hands on his hips. This was a risk he could not take. The tire would have to be repaired before he drove to the suburbs. Being stranded – today – was not an option.
Not at all.
CHAPTER TWO
NEED A RIDE?
TWO. “Honey, don’t forget your backpack,” The mother reminded her six year old daughter as she ran into the kitchen.
Having a child in kindergarten was both a blessing and disappointment to Meghan. Living with her daughter for the last six years - watching her grow, seeing her learn, and anticipating her going to school had been rewarding. As the day approached for her to begin school, she dreaded the thought of her daughter leaving. The girl attending school had left the mother feeling alone and uncertain of her future.
Amanda attended school for a half day, yet those days had been the longest half days of Meghan’s life. The complications with the pregnancy would prevent her from ever giving birth again. Those complications, combined with a few other things, attributed to the early ending of her marriage to Mark. She and Amanda now lived comfortably, but alone, spending half of Mark’s inheritance.
“Honey, your shoes,” Meghan laughed as she noticed that the girls shoes were on the wrong feet.
Amanda looked down at the toes of her shoes and back up at her mother as if she had no idea of what was said.
“They’re on the wrong feet, sweetie,” Meghan said softly as she knelt down beside the young girl.
Amanda immediately sighed and dropped to the floor, grabbing her right shoe. Filled with frustration that she would disappoint her mother, she pulled the right shoe from her foot. As she did, her back pack fell to the floor.
“Sorry momma,” the little girl half whispered as she struggled with her shoe.
“No, sweetie, it’s okay. We can fix it, can’t we?” Meghan asked as she slipped her left shoe on the correct foot.
As the little girl pushed her shoe onto her foot, she looked up and nodded at her mother. Struggling with the weight of her back pack, the girl stood, stumbled, and began to regain her footing. As she began to walk toward the entrance of the garage, she thought of the school projects she intended to bring home to her mother.
“Sweetie, what’s in there?” Meghan chuckled as she motioned toward the back pack.
“Stuff,” Amanda responded as she stepped through the door and into the garage.
“We’ll look in there when you get home today and see if we can lighten that thing up. It looks heavy. Sound good?” Meghan asked as she opened the rear door of the SUV.
The mother watched as the little girl nodded her head and climbed into the SUV. The stubborn I’ll do it myself nature of
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