I climb back up the ladder to relieve Susan on her duties. She notices the tear stain on my face and frowns. "Oh honey, there's no need to cry. He's in good hands with those boys"
Susan is a kind woman and by the looks of it she's about 55 with weathered hands from working out in the garden and soft, inviting features. I've often come to her in times of need when I have problems that the boys just wouldn't understand.
"I know you're afraid for him, hell I'm afraid for them every time they go out even though I know they'll be fine. My Georgie is a frail man who I would be okay with never leaving my side but those boys need a driver and whos better for the job than my old getaway driver?"
"Wait, getaway driver?" I ask surprised.
Susan laughs. "Looking at us now you probably couldn't tell but back in the 80s, 82 or so, Me and Georgie were big time bank robbers. We gave it up in 87 when an easy job went bad. Me and our dear friend Stanley, God rest his soul, both got shot." she pulled down the collar of her shirt, revealing 2 bullet wounds in her left shoulder. "Bullets never came out, still floating around in there somewhere. Decided one near death experience is enough for us. Gave up the life, got married in 88 and raised 3 beautiful children together."
I stare at her in disbelief. "I've known you for 3 whole years and didn't know you were such a badass!"
"Oh hush." Susan chuckled. "Now you go and get some rest. I'll have one of the others take over in a little while so I can start on lunch. Makin my oatmeal cookies today."
I smile at her, climbing down the ladder. "Thank you, Susan." she smiles back at me, waving then turns around to keep watch.
hopefully this clears up some of the questions about Susan.