During the night an abrupt shifting of the wind sent the storm clouds away from the city, and in the morning the streets were dry. Cassidy was due at the depot at nine, and as he ate a quick breakfast of coffee and toast he complained to Doris about the way the company treated its drivers, forcing them to come in two hours before the first run. He said the company had one hell of a crust, expecting the drivers to make mechanical repairs on the busses and clean the depot and do all sorts of odd jobs that had nothing to do with driving a bus. But his complaint wasn’t serious. It was typical Monday-morning griping. After he had said it, and Doris had nodded in agreement with his point of view, he completely forgot about it, and he was ready to start off for a day’s work.
At the door, just be
