Chapter Six:
We worked our asses off that summer. I think the whole five months were just mashed together and I can't recall anything that would really separate June from September except the number of daylight hours we had to work with. By the beginning of October, we had probably done more jobs than I figured we would do in the whole year. The crews were getting worn out and I knew it was time to back off the pressure. Luckily, we weren't getting as many new jobs offered, so we could start to plan for some missing crew members.
The guys had made a lot of money in a very short period of time. The smallest take of any of the crew was over $60,000 for the five big months and that made them pretty happy. We didn't work any Sundays and tried hard to avoid Saturday afternoons just to keep the wives and girlfriends from rebelling. For myself, I couldn't believe how much I'd made in my first year. I was going to be able to pay Tom off for the money he fronted on my gambling debts and still have plenty left over. It was hard work but we were being rewarded very well for it and we had nothing but satisfied customers.
I hadn't given much thought to Dana over that period. Since the Barbecue, I'd hardly had any time for a social life and no time for a mental struggle with the lady. We saw each other regularly on the job and I have to say her attitude had changed for the better. I was trying out something new for me; patience. Let the lady come to you was the strategy I was using. I was polite, complimentary and more than happy with her work. She was appearing on the site more often than I expected, but I was happy to have her there and she wasn't just wandering around aimlessly. She had questions and she was providing me with some suggestions on how we might be more efficient. It didn't take me long to figure out she was really into her job and our business.
Dana was also doing work for Tom and he was really happy to have her as well. She was super-efficient and very driven. Things we thought would take days to accomplish she had done in a few hours. She had really helped Tom with the Critical Path system update that she recommended. She had implemented it on our jobs and I'll be the first to admit I didn't really understand how it worked, but it worked! It became our operating bible. Tom already had a system, but when she showed him ours, he switched over right away. Tom was paying her very well for her services so she had two jobs and a very nice income.
Dana had decided to distribute the C.P. system updates personally, so, once again, she was on the jobsites frequently. It was on one of those morning visits when disaster almost struck. It had been raining for three straight days. We were still working, but in that kind of weather, you just can't move as quickly and safely as you can when it's warm and dry. On top of that, most of us were wearing some kind of rain gear and all that did was slow us down and make us hot when we really got going.
Dana arrived about nine that morning and I noticed that she was wearing what I thought were dress clothes under her raincoat. I was about to say something to her when she walked up the double-up 2 X 12 ramp to the entrance on the main floor. She was wearing some sort of low heeled leather shoes and as she got within a couple of feet of the house, her feet went out from under her and she fell heavily onto the ramp. She'd managed to catch her arm over the ramp but it was wet and slick and she began to slip over the side. There was a drop of almost ten feet into the cavity in front of the foundation and the fall would have certainly meant injury to her.
I'm not sure how it happened, but I was right at the end of the plank when she slipped and without thinking I stepped out on the plank and grabbed her arm just before it slipped off the plank and she fell into the trench. She was dangling there by the one arm and it took all my strength to pull her up so that she could wrap her other arm over the ramp. Once that was accomplished, I could pick her up under her arms and pull her to safety in the house.
She was clearly shaken but with the exception of a couple of abrasions and some stretched muscles, I was pretty sure she wasn't injured badly. I helped her into the house and led her to an area that was dry and had a stool she could sit on. She had lost a shoe and her briefcase in the accident and she had made a mess of her raincoat and pant-suit, but it wasn't anything the dry cleaners couldn't restore.
"That was close." I said, breathing deeply. "You gave me a good scare."
"Me too. I slipped ... and it happened so fast." she said with a gasp.
"I'll get one of the guys to get your shoe and your briefcase." I said, walking to the edge of the building. A couple of the guys on the crew had witnessed the accident and had already retrieved her shoe and briefcase. They were muddy, but otherwise undamaged. They passed them to me and I thanked them and headed back to Dana.
"We can clean these up fairly easily I think." I offered. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"A couple of scrapes and a sore arm ... not so bad." she said looking at me with a smile. "Thanks for the rescue. I thought that only happened in the movies."
"I did too. I guess I wasn't really thinking ... I just reacted."
"Well, I owe you. I don't know what would have happened if I had fallen in there." she said with a sober look.
I thought about that for a moment and then decided how I would respond.
"OK then ... here's the deal. First, I want you to wear proper shoes and clothes when you come on the site. Something with a good grippy sole like our work boots. You don't need to dress up for us." I smiled.
"And second?" she asked with a wry smile.
"Hmmm ... let's see ... how about dinner on Saturday night. I'll take you to Maurice's. I haven't had a night out in months and I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend it with." It was a risk, but I was tired of dancing around and pretending I would be "the perfect gentleman" forever.
She didn't answer immediately. She looked at me for a long moment and then nodded.
"OK ... pick me up at seven." was her simple answer.
It's funny how simple answers can be complicated. I was so unprepared for her agreement that I didn't know what to do next. Not very cool for a guy who once upon a time was used to getting yes answers to these kinds of questions. So, I did what was becoming a new bad habit for me; I just stood there with my mouth open and a stunned look on my face. Luckily, Dana saved the day. She started to laugh.
"Vinnie, you are so funny." she grinned. "I don't know how you got that reputation of yours, but it couldn't be this way." She had a streak of mud on her face and her clothes were a mess, but somehow, she looked gorgeous. I reached over the tried to wipe the mud off her cheek and she just stood there and let me try. I guess I had a grin on my face too, but it was one of satisfaction. We had finally broken through whatever barrier that she had built all those months ago and we were on equal terms. Or so I thought.