Job idea?
Oscar was so glad that Esther had offered to drive him to and from work. He was so exhausted Monday evening when he climbed into her jeep. He reached his hand over to her and she held it. His life was in her hands; he closed his eyes and slept all the way home. He laid on the couch and fell asleep while she put the finishing touches on dinner.
“Want to try to eat something?” She leaned over kissing him on the forehead.
He smiled a sluggish smile. “What’s for dinner?”
“Potato soup.”
“Sounds great.” When he got up to stand, he couldn’t. She caught him before he hit the floor. “Maybe I shouldn’t have worked today?’ He just sat at the table staring at his dinner. She pulled her chair up beside him, “what are you doin’?”
“I’m going to feed you.”
“I’m not gonna fight you.”
“I didn’t think so.” She smiled. He ate about a cup of soup and was finished. She helped him to the bathroom so she could change the dressin’ on his wound and helped him to bed.
What would he have done if she hadn’t been here? He wouldn’t have eaten dinner. That was for sure. He might have wrecked on the way home. When she finally lay down, he said, “thank you.”
“For what dear?”
“For everything.”
She put her arm across his chest, “you are most welcome.”
She helped him to the bed. “Oh, shoot.” The bed was covered with folders, papers, and pictures.
“What is all this?”
“Chet asked for an extra set of eyes on a cold case he’s been working on. I’m more than happy to help.”
Oscar thumped through the pictures. Some were quite disturbing. “Have you seen anything he might have overlooked?”
“Not yet. Chet is very thorough. It would surprise me if I do.”
“Have you thought about writing crime stories?” She stopped gathering up the papers and just looked stunned. “What?” He smiled, “it’s not a bad idea.”
“No, it’s not. But where would I even start?”
He held up one of the pictures. “How about here?”
Esther didn’t know what to say. It really wasn’t a bad idea. She was having a horrible time finding a job in this painfully small town. They had spent pretty much half the summer and fall cleaning out Oscar’s garage. Had to do that before she could sort and sell contents from the basement. Then there was the rest of the house to sort through. This wouldn’t last forever.
“I’ve given you something to think about,” Oscar grinned?
“Yes, you have.”
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