Albert Einstein(1879 - 1955), 'Out of My Later Years,' 1950

copyright Gayle Eden

 

 

Had it been any other man, her current sort of
boyfriend for instance, she would have asked him
what the hell he’d said. But the guy handling the
steering wheel was also the one taking up most of the
room in the front. She’d let it slide.
“Can we have some heat?”
He glanced at her, pulling out onto the main
road. “Is that all you brought?”
“It’s kind of difficult to find winter coats in
LA.”
His jaw flexed, he flicked the heater on—and
then cracked his window.
She didn’t doubt his coat was warm and
waterproof, a guy like that probably never got cold.
In fact, that show Marc had flicked past, he’d been in
Alaska.
The slam-slam of the wipers was the only sound over
the hum of the engine. She crossed her arms for
warmth and looked out at a depressingly white
highway with stranded cars already lining up. They
got behind a slow salt truck. The snowstorm was so
bad it ...

Copyright 2006-2008 Gayle Eden

Chapter 3
 
 
Raelyn toasted a bagel and drank juice, then carried her coffee out back. Sitting on the wicker settee, she viewed the back of the main house, wanting to see Jackie who was both a cousin and a friend, and too chicken to go over there, for fear of running into the old man before she was ready.
 
She finished the coffee and walked through the house, hearing Ty and Frank talking about something, laughing as she walked out the front door.
 
Raelyn strolled aimlessly, merely heading toward the main ranch area and seeing hands, trucks, cattle and horses. She nodded when heads turned, hats were tipped, but skirted around the chutes and several trucks being loaded with livestock. The smell of animals was pungent yet not unpleasant, a familiar tinge on the summer breeze she liked better than gasoline, oil, and smoggy city air.
 
Voices, all male, ...