Chapter Eighteen
Bunny Giesen lifted his hard hat and rubbed his close-cropped hair. The gesture did nothing to ease the ache that had begun behind his eyes and was gradually working its way through his head. It was the endless grinding of the excavator that caused it. The same headache every day, starting about two hours before the end of his shift. Ear protectors did nothing for it. It wasn’t the sound, it was the vibration, and there wasn’t anything could be done about that.
He should have been a pilot like Ma. It would have been hard to live up to her reputation, for sure. The other trainees would have been watching him, looking for signs that he had her skill and reaction times. He doubted he would have. He wasn’t that good, but he probably would have been okay. Ma could have given
