The Cardboard Guy
Stacy had been working at the shop for three years, but sometimes it seemed she’d always been there. It was career number three, but she liked machining. Even more, she liked being one of the guys. It was the best of therapy to cut up and carry on, call each other every name in the book, and have it all be in good fun. Even so, the moment she left the parking lot at the end of the day, she was a woman—not a dainty or flowery one, but a woman. She came home, took a shower and styled her hair...