Chapter
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Trouble In Chicago
Rhasha hung her head and
fidgeted with the trailer door latch.
"Nothing," she said.
Jim knew she was nervous
about something. The loaders had already
closed and latched the trailer doors. Jim
walked around to the front of the truck.
Rhasha followed him closely, with Shanha
right behind her.
Jim unhooked the rubber
straps on both sides of the hood. Rhasha
was being very quiet and kept getting up
close to him. "Rhasha, I can't stand
the suspense. Please tell me what's
wrong."
Rhasha hung her head again.
"I can't tell you," she said.
"I already know what you'll
say."
Jim walked to the front of
the truck and checked the headlights.
After he checked the directional lights,
he reached to a holder at the top of the
hood, put his foot in a hole in the
bumper, and leaned back as he jerked the
hood open. He checked the water in the
radiator, and the fan belts.
"Rhasha," Jim said,
"there should be a rag in the
compartment on the side of the truck.
Could you get it for me, please?"
Rhasha left to find a rag. Jim checked
around the motor for oil or water leaks.
Moments later, Rhasha
returned with the rag in her hand. Jim
grabbed her and put his arms around her
waist. She instinctively put her arms
around his neck. The rag hung down his
back. "Sweetheart," Jim said,
"I'm not going to turn you loose
until you tell me what's wrong."
Rhasha's eyes looked straight
into Jim's. "It doesn't matter. I
know you can't do what I want you
to."
"Angel," Jim
replied, "I can't if you don't ask
me."
Rhasha smiled as she turned
on her teenage charm. She kissed him and
hugged him tight. "Jim, you're an
intelligent man. I'm sure you can see the
sense in what I'm going to ask you."
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