armload of papers and ran from house to house. After a half hour he’d worked up a sweat and was breathing heavily. “How many papers do you deliver?” he asked.
“Hundreds,” she told him. “You don’t want to know.”
The route ended in her own subdivision of town houses. They had one paper left. It was Daisy’s. Steve wasn’t sure he had the strength to carry it into her house. He was in pretty good shape, but he wasn’t accustomed to this sort of activity at six in the morning. At six brushing his teeth seemed strenuous.
“Yipes,” Daisy said, looking at the kitchen clock. “I’ve got five minutes to get dressed and get over to the school.”
“What about breakfast?”
“Maybe when I get back,” she said, dashing up the stairs. “Help yourself to orange juice and whatever.”
Steve looked in the refrigerator. There was an empty orange juice carton and an empty container of milk. There was a plastic bag containing one slice of bread, a box that used to hold English muffins, and there was an empty jelly jar.
Daisy thundered down the stairs and flew into the kitchen, strapping herself into a glow-in-the-dark orange vest. She snatched her keys off the counter and left. “See you in a little bit,” she called to Steve as she whisked out the door.
He heard the car backfire and pull away, and he concluded he was in love with a crazy person. How did all those old people stand her? He could see her rushing into a retirement home, knocking old people over like bowling pins.
He jogged home, got his car, went food shopping at a nearby convenience store, and arrived at Daisy’s house just as she was getting out of her wreck.
“Now can you have breakfast?” he asked her.
“I have to take a shower and get dressed. I have to leave for the station at eight-thirty at the latest.”
Kevin met them in the kitchen. He took the grocery bag from Steve, looked inside, and his face lit up. “Doughnuts!”
Daisy took one upstairs with her. “I can eat one while I shower,” she said.
Steve poured himself a glass of juice. “Is she always like this?” he asked Kevin.
“Pretty much. She’s the family overachiever.” He finished off a doughnut and selected a second. “And she’s a real sucker. If you’ve got a cause, you go to Daisy. She never refuses anybody anything.”
Steve knew differently. She’d refused to go to bed with him this morning.
Chapter 6
After work Steve stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage and took a fast survey of the crowd. Most were people en route to their cars, stopping to gawk for a moment at the police cruisers and the blonde. There didn’t seem to be any unsavory characters around, except for Elsie. She had her big black purse pressed to her chest, obviously ready to pull out her gun at the least provocation.
Daisy was with two policemen. They were a study in stoic concentration in their crisp blue uniforms, perfectly creased, not yet marred by underarm sweat stains. They clearly hadn’t been talking to Daisy for very long, Steve thought. She was waving her hands and rolling her eyes, her blond curls bobbing about in agitation.
He made his way over to the knot of policemen and security guards. “What’s the problem?” he asked.
“You won’t believe what happened!” Daisy said. “Someone’s stolen my car.”
“You’re right. That’s hard to believe,” Steve said. “Why would anyone want to steal your car? You sure it didn’t just roll away? Have you looked at the rest of the parking garage?”
“It’s gone,” she said. “It’s been stolen.”
“Must have been one of them mercy stealings,” Elsie said. “That car was pitiful.”
Daisy flapped her arms some more. “How am I ever going to manage without my car? How am I going to get to work? How am I going to go grocery shopping?”
Steve tried to look sympathetic, but he was having a hard time keeping the grin off his face. He hated that car. “I wouldn’t worry about it. It only gets a couple miles to a quart of oil. I’m sure it’ll turn up before long. All we have to do is listen for a traffic jam.”
“I know it wasn’t such a great car,” Daisy said. “But it was all I had. I can’t afford to buy a new one.”
“I have an extra car,” Steve told her. “I’ll loan you mine until yours is found.”
“That’s very nice of you, but I couldn’t possibly accept.”
“Yes you can. I can’t drive two cars at once. I don’t even want two cars.” He turned to the policeman. “Is there anything else?”
The officer shook his head. “I have all the information I need. If she comes to the station tomorrow, she can pick up a copy of the report for insurance purposes.”
“Well, I’m going home,” Elsie said, heading for her Cadillac. “I got a date tonight. I told Clarence Funk I’d go to bingo with him.”
Steve took Daisy by the hand and led her to his SUV. “We should go home, too. If the police find your car, they’ll call you.”
She was quiet on the ride home. She stared straight ahead, lost in thought. Every now and then her lower lip quivered ever so slightly, and she’d clamp down hard on it with her front teeth.
Steve reached over and covered her hand with his. “It’s only a car,” he said gently. “You’ll get another one.”
“It’s not the car so much,” she said. “It’s being a victim of a crime. I’ve never thought about it before… never experienced it. It makes you feel very vulnerable.”
“Maybe it was a mistake,” Steve said. “You know it was a little disreputable-looking. Maybe it accidentally got towed away.”
She brightened at that. “And when the garage discovers its mistake they’ll bring my car back!”
He slowly drove down his street and parked in front of his house. The black car was parked in the driveway. “In the meantime, you’re going to drive my car. It’s worthless to me. Bob doesn’t fit in it, and it takes up space in my driveway.”
“Why don’t you put one of your cars in your garage?”
He looked at her blank-faced for a minute while his mind raced for an answer. “It’s locked, and I can’t find the key,” he finally said. “I can’t get the door unlocked.”
“And why are the garage-door windows painted black?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never noticed. Weren’t they always black?” He ran around the car and opened the door for her. “Anyway, it’ll be easier for me with only one car.” He took keys off his key ring and handed them to her. “You drive, and I’ll ride along with you to pick up Bob. I left him with Kevin this morning.”
She reluctantly climbed into the car and put the key into the ignition. “I don’t know about this,” she said, peeking over the black leather steering wheel. “It feels a little racy for me.” That was an understatement. It was like being in the cockpit of the Batmobile. She felt like she should be wearing a garter belt and black leather boots that came up past her knee and had high spike heels.
“It drives like any other car,” Steve told her. “Just go slow at first until you get the feel of it.”
She put it into reverse and peeled out of the driveway, laying an eighth of an inch of rubber on the asphalt.
Steve made a sound that went something like “Ark” when the seat belt caught, squeezing the air out of his lungs.
The car came to a standstill in the middle of the road. Daisy licked dry lips and put her hand on the gearshift knob. She slanted a look at Steve and smiled. “I think I’m going to like this,” she said, putting the car into first.
Kevin and Bob were waiting on the front steps when Daisy drove up. “We’re out of food,” Kevin told Daisy. “Bob ate everything.”
Half an hour later Daisy and Steve wheeled several carts full of groceries out of the supermarket. When they reached the car Daisy found a pair of men’s navy briefs hanging on her antenna.
She gingerly picked them off, holding them between thumb and forefinger. “I’m glad I wasn’t here when he took
