Imogene's Ingenuity by Reina Torres

Author:Reina Torres [Torres, Reina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-09T00:00:00+00:00

The door opened up under her hand and she stepped inside. “Goodness,” she smiled as she worked on her gloves, struggling to remove the second, “it’s snowing outside.”

“Snowing?” She heard his half-mumbled tone as he bent over the printer, setting a new chase in place. “Hmm… snowing.”

Imogene laughed and managed to free her fingers from the second glove. “You know,” she tucked the gloves into her coat pocket and moved closer, “you could raise the press higher on blocks.”

“Hmm?” He laid the level on the top of the chase and nodded. “Sure, sure…”

Imogene laughed and started to work on the buttons down the front of her coat. “And then an elephant walked through town.”

“Mmmhmm, elephant.” He set a piece of paper into the frame to do a test. “Interesting”

She paused as her fingers reached the button at her waist. “It was, but that was before I roped a wild horse and swung up on his back. He ran away with me and I would have plunged into the river if it hadn’t been for the pine tree that loomed up before me.” She shrugged the coat off of her shoulders and laid it over a stack of books. “I reached out and grabbed the nearest branch and hung there, screaming at the top of my lungs until half the town came to my rescue.”

Imogene let the sound of her voice fade in the room and watched as Silas inked the chase for the test print.

It was fun to watch him work. He knew what he was doing. His movements, efficient. He had his supplies neat and tidy and ready at hand.

And he could get so absorbed in his work. Just like that very moment. He listened, but he couldn’t really hear.

It would come up in his mind later when he was able to tear himself away from the machine.

She smiled at the back of his head and sighed. “I’ll just check the desk.”

“Mmmhmm,” he was giving the chase one last look, “the desk.”

Imogene left the coat where it was and crossed the room. There were two new orders laid on the desk, held down under weights so the air that entered in with each new person through the front door would not fling the paper around the room.

Smiling, Imogene saw that her customary chair was still in the place that she had left it.

Picking up the first order, she saw that it was a new letterhead for the Haverhill Mining Company. Turning on the chair she looked at Silas, hunched over the test print of the new job. His eyes were focused on the paper, taking in each line, each tiny little mark. He was hardworking and dedicated to his future.

Truly, a man to admire.

She sighed, silently, unwilling to startle him and break his concentration.

Lifting up the next desk weight, she picked up the paper and read through the text.

“What is this?”

Startling herself, Imogene tried to cover her mouth, but the damage had been done. When she looked across the room she saw Silas looking back at her.

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