09-02-2020, 01:20 PM
"I see. Well, when Abernathy shows up, kindly send him to, where are you putting us?"
"204 is a small conference room with full communications and internet access and a projector. Will that do for you?"
"Admirably. Don't tell Abernathy why he is being sent up there. Just tell him his meeting has been moved, and ignore any complaints or threats. Would it be possible to have someone make a food run for the three of us? We really don't have time to go out if we are going to be ready for our meetings."
"Certainly, Sir. There is a Portillo's about three blocks up on Busse. Will that do?"
"Finally things are looking better! I'll have their Polish Sausage/Italian Beef combo, with hot peppers. Make it the meal, with Coke." Dave and Michael also placed their orders and Pete handed over a company credit card. "Have whoever makes the run get something for himself, but he is not to eat any of it until he gets it back here." He grinned and said, "I'm sure to have it still hot when it gets here that way!"
The security guard grinned back. "I'll go myself, just to be sure it gets back hot."
"Your altruism speaks marvelously for you! Thanks." Pete led the way up stairs while the guard called another guard to relieve him at the desk.
"I know it's not my job, Smitty, but when the President of the railroad tells me to make a food run, what can I do?" Pete could hear him and grinned really big.
"OK, guys. Here is what we are going to do. When the guard gets back with the food I'll tell him to call up here the minute our guests get here, and Dave I want you to go meet them at the desk and escort them to the conference room where you will go ahead and begin the meeting. Tell them you had to fill in unexpectedly for Abernathy and see what you can do. Hopefully, that poor secretary up in Northbrook was able to get things finalized. If she does, we have to remember to do something special for her. I believe in recognizing people for doing extra, and she certainly is doing so. While you are eating see what you can get from Omaha about the meeting so you have an idea what you are running into. I will get Mike back down to you as soon as I can. By then hopefully he will be Michael again. Stay here where you won't attract any attention from anyone that might tip Abernathy off before he sees us."
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Stephanie and Susie were making good time up the highway with the radio cranked up loud and singing along with the music. It was a bright sunny day, but not as hot as sometimes, and they were totally enjoying their freedom from school. The song ended and the news came on, so Steph clicked off the radio. "It's too nice a day to have anyone spoil it with bad news! Can you believe Prom is day after tomorrow, and then only two more weeks of school and we graduate? I can't wait!"
"Yeah! The only thing that could make this day better is if Mikey was here with us!"
"I know. I was just wishing I had Justin with me, too. I really missed him last night."
"At least he wasn't all the way up in Chicago. He was just down the street a little ways from you."
"He might as well have been on Mars for all that it did. You know, I really don't know how Mom does it. It's been ten years since Daddy was killed, and she hasn't had anybody. I know she still misses him a lot."
"What about that doctor guy you were telling me about? Any chance with him?"
"I don't know. I really like him, and I think Mom does, too. He seems to be interested in her. He even asked her to assist him when they had that big bus wreck the other day. Those kids really shook them both up." Stephanie paused a moment. "Mom was pretty wrung out when she came home, so I fixed soup and sandwiches instead of going out with Tom. When he came over I could see he was shook up too. It all reminded him of Iraq and Daddy, plus a bunch of other guys that got killed, and he started crying. I've never seen anyone cry like that before. All I can say is, war must be terrible to make a man like Tom cry that way."
"Mom and I were crying too when he told us about Daddy. You know, I really hope things work out for the two of them. They both need somebody, and they seem to be good for each other. I'm not sure about the PTSD stuff, though. I mean, he's not violent or anything, but you can see he's really hurting inside. I just don't know how to help him when he's hurting. It isn't like a cut or something you can see, but it's like a cut on his heart or something. I mean, he really hurts."
"204 is a small conference room with full communications and internet access and a projector. Will that do for you?"
"Admirably. Don't tell Abernathy why he is being sent up there. Just tell him his meeting has been moved, and ignore any complaints or threats. Would it be possible to have someone make a food run for the three of us? We really don't have time to go out if we are going to be ready for our meetings."
"Certainly, Sir. There is a Portillo's about three blocks up on Busse. Will that do?"
"Finally things are looking better! I'll have their Polish Sausage/Italian Beef combo, with hot peppers. Make it the meal, with Coke." Dave and Michael also placed their orders and Pete handed over a company credit card. "Have whoever makes the run get something for himself, but he is not to eat any of it until he gets it back here." He grinned and said, "I'm sure to have it still hot when it gets here that way!"
The security guard grinned back. "I'll go myself, just to be sure it gets back hot."
"Your altruism speaks marvelously for you! Thanks." Pete led the way up stairs while the guard called another guard to relieve him at the desk.
"I know it's not my job, Smitty, but when the President of the railroad tells me to make a food run, what can I do?" Pete could hear him and grinned really big.
"OK, guys. Here is what we are going to do. When the guard gets back with the food I'll tell him to call up here the minute our guests get here, and Dave I want you to go meet them at the desk and escort them to the conference room where you will go ahead and begin the meeting. Tell them you had to fill in unexpectedly for Abernathy and see what you can do. Hopefully, that poor secretary up in Northbrook was able to get things finalized. If she does, we have to remember to do something special for her. I believe in recognizing people for doing extra, and she certainly is doing so. While you are eating see what you can get from Omaha about the meeting so you have an idea what you are running into. I will get Mike back down to you as soon as I can. By then hopefully he will be Michael again. Stay here where you won't attract any attention from anyone that might tip Abernathy off before he sees us."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stephanie and Susie were making good time up the highway with the radio cranked up loud and singing along with the music. It was a bright sunny day, but not as hot as sometimes, and they were totally enjoying their freedom from school. The song ended and the news came on, so Steph clicked off the radio. "It's too nice a day to have anyone spoil it with bad news! Can you believe Prom is day after tomorrow, and then only two more weeks of school and we graduate? I can't wait!"
"Yeah! The only thing that could make this day better is if Mikey was here with us!"
"I know. I was just wishing I had Justin with me, too. I really missed him last night."
"At least he wasn't all the way up in Chicago. He was just down the street a little ways from you."
"He might as well have been on Mars for all that it did. You know, I really don't know how Mom does it. It's been ten years since Daddy was killed, and she hasn't had anybody. I know she still misses him a lot."
"What about that doctor guy you were telling me about? Any chance with him?"
"I don't know. I really like him, and I think Mom does, too. He seems to be interested in her. He even asked her to assist him when they had that big bus wreck the other day. Those kids really shook them both up." Stephanie paused a moment. "Mom was pretty wrung out when she came home, so I fixed soup and sandwiches instead of going out with Tom. When he came over I could see he was shook up too. It all reminded him of Iraq and Daddy, plus a bunch of other guys that got killed, and he started crying. I've never seen anyone cry like that before. All I can say is, war must be terrible to make a man like Tom cry that way."
"Mom and I were crying too when he told us about Daddy. You know, I really hope things work out for the two of them. They both need somebody, and they seem to be good for each other. I'm not sure about the PTSD stuff, though. I mean, he's not violent or anything, but you can see he's really hurting inside. I just don't know how to help him when he's hurting. It isn't like a cut or something you can see, but it's like a cut on his heart or something. I mean, he really hurts."
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