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Part V “Duo, we’re going to be late!”
He gave the bolt another turn. With a sigh, he slid back out from underneath his latest project. He smiled as he looked up at his wife. “Hey, babe.” “Don’t ‘hey, babe’ me, Duo Maxwell,” Hilde fumed. The tip of her cane tapped against the cement floor of the garage. “We’re going to be late for my appointment and you’re filthy.” He hopped to his feet. “Two seconds,” he promised. He disappeared into the bathroom. “I’ll be in the truck,” she called. The sound of her cane faded in the distance. He quickly shucked out of his coveralls, glad to find his shirt and pants still clean underneath. Hilde would have to make do with his work boots. He studied his face in the old mirror as he scrubbed the oil and grime from his hands. He had a streak of oil across his jaw. Mindful of his shirt, he scrubbed it off as well. Reeking of strong soap, he joined Hilde in the trunk. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time,” he said as he cranked the engine. With a groan, it came to life. She sighed. “I know, Duo.” He carefully backed out. With a screech of gears, he shifted and the truck began to move forward. Soon they were on the street leading to the hospital. “I’m really sorry, babe.” She took his hand. “I’m sorry for being so snappish.” “You were being snappish?” he asked but his innocent expression failed. Hilde laughed. “Yes, and you don’t deserve it.” She eyed her cane. “I’m just so frustrated. Everything’s such an ordeal with this cane. I want to be able to be able to help you and the guys with the big projects instead of being stuck in the office all the time.” “Everything will be back to normal soon,” he promised, squeezing her hand. “Everyone has noticed how much you’re improving. Just be patient a little longer, Hilde.” They arrived in the parking lot. Hilde took a deep breath. “Easy for you to say,” she muttered. Duo pretended he didn’t hear that as he got of the truck. |
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