A Courageous Battle (Chapter 4, page 2 of 6)

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Chapter 4

"Oh, Roger, come on in. I have been so worried. I thought you were coming over yesterday."

She thought she saw anger flash in his eyes.

"I've got a lot on my mind too, you know," he said. "I'm starting my first job, and I don't know where I'll live, and I've got no car, and my old man…."

Lacey interrupted, "Roger, you can use my Dad's car, for now at least. I cannot take it downtown anyway, so I use the bus to get to work. It's just sitting in the garage."

That caught his attention. "Really? Let's look at it."

Lacey got the keys off the hook by the door and led him to the garage where the gleaming, black, chromed Buick was parked. "You can use it," she told him. "I will have to sell it, but for now …. Want to go for a ride?"

"Sure," he said, climbing into the driver's seat. Lacey went round and got in beside him. He looked much happier now.

Roger drove to the park, testing the radio, and fingering the soft material on the seats. They sat in the car and watched kids climbing on the monkey bars, and people lined up to buy ice cream. "Hey," Lacey said. "I just thought of something.

Why don't you buy this car? You can take over the payments. I think the car is worth more than what's owing on it. And you can have it tonight." Surely this will make him happy.

She saw conflicting emotions cross his face, but could not decipher what they meant. After awhile he said, "That would be good, Lace. I'll do it. You can sign it over, and I'll go see the bank manager. I heard that school teachers can get practically anything they want from a bank." He reached for her hand.

"Thanks. It'll save me money, until I get settled and start getting paid."

"You know, it will be good for me too. I was scared of advertising it for sale because I did not want strange people coming to the house. Now I will not have to worry. Will you take me shopping? For groceries and stuff."

"Yeah, sure."

He leaned back in his seat. "So tell me more about what's happening with you."

"Well, I was so happy before … you know. I got a great summer job at The Toronto Star. It is amazing there - I get to see famous writers all the time. When the presses are going it's like thunder rumbling. And these pneumatic tubes run all over the building. We put stories and memos in them and they get sucked through and come out the other end, in another office.

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