PrologueA Chapter by Alysa Taladay
opening for The Wild Outdoors
“Speaking of that woman, how’s she treating you these days? It must be hard working with one of Them all the time.”
“She’s a slave driver! No, no, not really. She’s a very sweet woman. A little reckless, a bit unprofessional . . . but I enjoy working with her. She knows nothing about computers, though, it’s great. I grabbed her IP address a few months ago and I’ve been watching her monitor - and she wonders why I’m so efficient. I know what she’s doing or what she wants before she even tells me, and she can’t figure out how I’m doing it!”
“Taji, you weasel! Isn’t that kind of rude?”
“What? I’m not watching anything private! I’m not that mean! I’m just making sure we get our work done that much faster! I fixed her printer yesterday. The way she was complaining about it, you’d think it was rocket science.”
“I couldn’t fix a printer. I fix cars, baby. Not hardware. By the way, is she still driving that pathetic 2206 pick-up? I wish she‘d let me fix That! Manual locks, no nav, no voice, no sat, grinds like a busted jet engine.”
“Yes, she’s still got it. It hasn’t broken down, yet, either. Don’t get her wrong, though, she’s a bright woman. She’s just technologically challenged. Even for a human. I wish she’d get back in this office. I am so sick of sitting around here waiting on her. I don’t suppose she’ll be back for another couple of weeks, though, unless a report comes in, or some miracle happens and she finds something. I had time to disassemble her printer yesterday! I shouldn’t have time to do that!
“Speaking of the time I have on my hands: I’ve been meaning to ask you if you wanted to go to that new Mediterranean restaurant, downtown. My parents celebrated their anniversary there the other night, they said it was really fantastic. Soft music, classy candle light, antique 1900’s styling, and they cater to our kind. Just imagine! The best gyro you’ve ever had in your --”
“Oh, you! You’re really something! It sounds very dreamy, though, but I can’t tonight. I’m fixing dinner for Mom ‘cause she’s working late. I swear, Dad is hopeless in the kitchen. What about tomorrow?”
“That’s so late! Eight o‘clock, Taj.”
“Ten? I want to eat when there’s more of us around and fewer of them.”
“That does sound nice . . . Nine. Most of them will be home by nine, and that will give us more time together. But I want to be in bed by one a.m., Taji, you hear me? No more side-trips to computer stores, pawn shops, grocery stores, book stores, the library --”
“Rayen, love, you know me! I’ll get you there! No stops, this time, I promise! I‘ll have you home by midnight!”
“You better believe I know you! I will believe That when I see it!”
“Well, maybe one.”
“Hah! No later, you hear me? I need to be back in the shop in the morning. . . . I have to go. One of my guys is about to disconnect the hud on that poor old roadster, just as we’ve gotten the thing calibrated.”
“Sure thing " wait. The same car, Ry? From last week?! Haven’t you finished with that thing, yet?”
“The same. We finally got the hud calibrated and upgraded, new media screen, seatbelts, upholstery, flooring. . . . We should be able to get it back to the customer by tomorrow . . . uh, oh. I gotta go, babe.”
He closed the voice program and locked his tablet. As the screen turned dark, he traced one edge thoughtfully with his fingers, a soft smile playing on his lips.
© 2011 Alysa Taladay
The Wild Outdoors
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