"That girl...," utters Frank glancing over his shoulder as they leap the back steps onto the Fairchance bus.
"I saw her first!" Francis exclaims, kneeling onto the back seat to watch the young woman crouching in the evening light slanting down on their grandmother's front vegetable garden.
The twins had gone to work for Pennsylvania Rock Oil after dropping out of high school when their seventh grade classroom switch backfired. The now fifteen-year-olds were assigned to smear crude oil onto drills and truck axles at the company's wildcat drilling sites around Fayette County. Their job was called being a grease monkey in 1935 when that term was actually descriptive of the work.
Francis was older by nine minutes and had always led the way on their many misadventures with an easy smile and outgoing nature. Dating would apparently be no different for the twins.
"Who'd want a couple of grease monkeys, anyway?" Frank shrugs plopping down beside his brother in the spring breeze generated by the accelerating bus.
"She would," beams Francis waving back to the dark-haired girl staring after two filthy but handsome working boys.
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