Her temper was suddenly engaged. He knew it would be, and he was hopefully headed down the exact path he’d planned on.
“You damn well better find it, how long have you been looking for it?”
He turned and looked at her sheepishly, a little boy look breaking out on his otherwise manly face.
“About an hour,” he replied.
“An hour!” she looked dumbfounded and a little afraid.
“Yeah, but it’ll show up. I’ll look tomorrow, if I don’t find it in the next few minutes. I have to go home before too long.”
“You’re not going anywhere. You’ll stay right here until that part shows up.”
“Truth is Les,” he looked at her sheepishly, “I might have shipped it out with some old parts I sent to the junk shop.”
“What!” Her anger was building by the minute. “You’ll never get it back from there.”
“Yeah, I
