He gave a little start and there was a moment of hesitation while he processed his new surroundings. He groaned lightly and lifted a hand to knead his eyes. “You ok?” he whispered.
“Better than ok,” she said. “You can beat my ass anytime.” He chuckled. He had used the sixteen-inch ruler that he had found on top of her sewing basket. “You want some breakfast?”
He thought for a second. “No... no breakfast. I need to get that damned truck fixed. What I really need is a cup of coffee and a telephone.”
“You got it! I'll put on a fresh pot and there's a wall-phone in the kitchen. Help yourself.” Sue pulled on a robe and while she scooped grounds into the coffee maker, he used the bathroom. The coffee was just starting to gurgle when he came out wearing his jeans and parked himself on a chair
