Back to work.
Frank stepped into his garage, from the bar, to find everything as it should be with his car and no sign of disgruntled clients in his house.
That didn't mean that he hadn't been in the Bar while he should have been working, so he moved into the living room and switched on the tv. 'Bout an hour after he had left, which was both a relief and a small wandering concern that he was both a month older and not and if things would always work like this should he go back.
Into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and then back into the living room where Frank slouched in an armchair to gather his thoughts. First things first - get everything ready for the job he had to do in three days. Then ponder the career change some more. The cabbie route was a viable option - driving was what he did best but would it satisfy his desire for everything to be precise, just right and regimented?
Buses and trains had timetables, places to be at certain times. Buses and trains didn't have that special oomph that a well-designed car with a good engine had.
Frank rubbed his forehead. Perhaps think about that one another time. Or figure out how to become a better age to get into Formula One.
Leaning back and resting his head on the top of the armchair, Frank stared at the ceiling. He'd forgotten how quiet it could be having spent so long in and around a busy bar, so he remained seated, enjoying the peace. Maybe he'd just stay here a while longer - he still had time to make sure his car was up to spec tomorrow.
That didn't mean that he hadn't been in the Bar while he should have been working, so he moved into the living room and switched on the tv. 'Bout an hour after he had left, which was both a relief and a small wandering concern that he was both a month older and not and if things would always work like this should he go back.
Into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and then back into the living room where Frank slouched in an armchair to gather his thoughts. First things first - get everything ready for the job he had to do in three days. Then ponder the career change some more. The cabbie route was a viable option - driving was what he did best but would it satisfy his desire for everything to be precise, just right and regimented?
Buses and trains had timetables, places to be at certain times. Buses and trains didn't have that special oomph that a well-designed car with a good engine had.
Frank rubbed his forehead. Perhaps think about that one another time. Or figure out how to become a better age to get into Formula One.
Leaning back and resting his head on the top of the armchair, Frank stared at the ceiling. He'd forgotten how quiet it could be having spent so long in and around a busy bar, so he remained seated, enjoying the peace. Maybe he'd just stay here a while longer - he still had time to make sure his car was up to spec tomorrow.