Chapter Twenty-Six
Sweat trickled between Doris’s shoulder blades as she reached farther into the engine compartment of the black sedan that had been converted to a staff car for one of the higher-ups. The vehicle had seen better days, and it was her responsibility to bring it back to life. She’d already replaced over half the parts and wasn’t close to being finished. Some people might complain about the job. To her, the work was pure heaven. Just her and the hulking metal beast.
Mrs. Wilkinson had come through and secured her a position with the Mechanized Transport Corps, a British civilian organization for women. Founded in 1939 by one of the country’s well-to-do women, the MTC originally provided its own vehicles and uniforms, but then the Ministry of War Transport got involved. Dori
