Chapter
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Trouble In Chicago
"Okay," Jim
replied, "so what is
it?" He
smiled, waiting for an answer. He'd
already figured out what she was going to
say.
Rhasha hesitated, then said,
"Could you please teach me how to
drive that truck?"
Jim shook his head, still
smiling. "Being an intelligent man,
how is that supposed to make sense to
me?"
"If you teach me how to
drive, we could keep the truck on the
road," she explained. "When you
got tired or sleepy, I could drive."
Smiling, Rhasha dropped her arms and
locked her hands together. She swayed
back and forth, and wet her lips with her
tongue.
"Angel, I don't have
time to teach you how to drive right
now."
"I know," Rhasha
replied, "but if I could learn to
drive a big truck like that, I could
drive anything."
Jim gave in. "When we
get unloaded, I'll take you to a big
parking lot and turn you loose with
it."
Satisfied, she kissed him.
"What about me,
Papa?" Shanha asked. "Are you
going to teach me how to drive a
truck?"
Jim placed the back of his
hand against Shanha's cheek and smiled.
"No, sweetheart," he replied.
"I'm going to teach you
how to ride a bicycle."
Shanha smiled back.
"That's okay, I'll get Mama to teach
me after she learns how."
Jim knew both his girls
wanted to learn too much, too fast, but
he loved their enthusiasm. He pulled the
dipstick out of the motor and wiped it
clean, then checked the oil. When he'd
closed and latched the hood, they climbed
into the truck; Shanha sat on the bottom
bunk in the sleeper. Jim started the
truck and opened his window; the diesel
engine clattered as he filled out his log
book.
Shanha discovered the Velcro
that held the curtains on the sleeper
closed. She had never seen Velcro before
and couldn't figure out how the two
pieces of material stayed together. She
kept ripping it apart and pushing it back
together. Rhasha, looking in a
compartment above her head, found a Rand
McNally laminated atlas and thumbed
through the pages, trying to figure out
what all the lines were.
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