His biggest goal at the moment would be to break into middle management, at least. But in his office, that was slow going. He'd even thought about jum...ing companies, really move up that way. However, he kind of enjoyed the work there, and wasn't ambitious enough to run that risk.He sighed again, pattered by the occasional raindrop. It looked like it may hold off until he got to the station. Maybe it was the routine that was getting him down. He mused over this as he descended the stairs to the. "Maybe," I said, willing myself to be calm."And McGinty?"I nodded. "Could be." That stupid-assed woman, she make you do this?" he asked, looking worried."Mrs. Jepperson?" I said. "Nope, she had nothing to do with it. We're just losing too many games. Shit, you haven't had a loud foul in your last fifteen at-bats, haven't had a RBI in a week. They're paying me to win. Day off might do you some good. Relax."He snorted and departed. I went out and taped the lineup cards on the back wall of the. He suspected me at first. But then understood that I had feelings for her and agreed to help me. I wanted to respect her privacy so I didn’t ask for her number. Instead, I decided to write my feelings in a letter and sent it through my friend.He gave it to her in office and by God’s grace, she called me from my friend’s phone. I was so nervous. I didn’t know what to say and started stammering. She told me not to send me such letters and got a bit mad at me. I understood and kept quiet.But my. He was asleep by the time I was ready to clean the wound, so I was happy for that good luck. I cleaned the wound of a few cloth fibers and some dead flesh and washed it out with whiskey. I sewed up the wound and bound it with a clean bandage. The driver was going to live, but he was going to hurt for a few weeks. I just hoped that he didn't become addicted to the opium in the laudanum.As carefully and as gently as I could, I got him down from the driver's box and loaded into the cabin of the.