Chapter Eleven
The cement floor chilled Doris’s back through her coveralls as she lay underneath the first of three ambulances she needed to tune-up before the end of the day. Finished with changing the oil, she scanned the condition of the axle, tie rods, and the oil pan. Despite the vehicle’s age, there was little rust evident on the undercarriage.
She smiled in satisfaction and brushed an errant strand of hair out of her eyes. Creating a regular maintenance schedule for the cars, trucks, and ambulances gave the staff regular work, and prevented breakdowns like the one Ron had experienced a few weeks ago.
Her smile dimmed. He’d been so gracious walking her to the barracks after the altercation with the lieutenant. She shuddered and scooted out from under the vehicle then climbed to h
