The Car
“He didn’t know the man’s name at first, but a few minutes after he started, a piece of paper fell out of the instruction book with the name Tom Haskell written on it, and he thought of the owner as Tom after that.
Whatever the name was, Terry admired his work. The things that were done were done right. Bolts on the motor mount were torqued to the correct foot-pounds of torque. Everything was aligned properly, squared, and checked, but when Terry was working on the radiator, checking to see if all the hoses were there, the lack of sleep caught up with him.
He closed his eyes—to blink, nothing more—and they just didn’t open again. He slept sitting on the frame, his forehead against the radiator, which was braced across his knees, for nearly two hours.
When he awakened, his legs were asleep because the radiator had cut off the circulation, and he stood carefully, went back into the house—walking like Frankenstein—and drank the last of the milk.
It was eight in the morning. He’d worked al...l night, except for the two hours’ sleep.MoreLess
Whatever the name was, Terry admired his work. The things that were done were done right. Bolts on the motor mount were torqued to the correct foot-pounds of torque. Everything was aligned properly, squared, and checked, but when Terry was working on the radiator, checking to see if all the hoses were there, the lack of sleep caught up with him.
He closed his eyes—to blink, nothing more—and they just didn’t open again. He slept sitting on the frame, his forehead against the radiator, which was braced across his knees, for nearly two hours.
When he awakened, his legs were asleep because the radiator had cut off the circulation, and he stood carefully, went back into the house—walking like Frankenstein—and drank the last of the milk.
It was eight in the morning. He’d worked al...l night, except for the two hours’ sleep.MoreLess
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