Piece of Life: Hillary, a Desperate Housewife

By Frank Spreader

Hillary was shocked. When she went out of the kitchen, suddenly, burly hands hugged her from behind. A cookie jar almost slipped from her hands in shock. She guessed wrongly. Marlon, whom she thought he didn't have the courage, was holding her. His hard breath swept her neck to make her cringe. "S-sorry, ma'am. I can't stand it," hissed Marlon with roaring breath.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Spreader
• Release date: Dec 28, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463055519

Frank Spreader

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PIECE OF LIFE: HILLARY, A DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE

by Frank Spreader

Copyright 2018 Frank Spreader

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CHAPTER ONE

It was different from the time when he drove. As she was beside Anthony, her tongue was speechless, and her brain was freezing. Like a chick hit by pestilence, she was dumbfounded. How come? Why could it happen? Tara was tapped in succession by the men who were now beside her and behind her. But there was something that made her relieved when she glanced at the body that looked thin.

He’s not comparable to the size of the steerin’ wheel. Her mind developed justification. He’s still a child, and he looks cute, though. There’s no way I can’t handle this kid. Besides, it’s very unlikely I’m gonna meet him again.

Slowly, her anxiety subsided. Whereas, for the man behind her, she felt the heat. Her back must have been glared at. But aspiration needed a sacrifice. Moreover, the sacrifice felt good.

Feeling close, Indigo moved forward to ask for swapping the seat with her.

Tara was relieved. She could escape from this kid’s side and Indigo’s eyes that felt hot on her back.

On a long trip, small talk was a powerful medicine to drive boredom away, so the trip didn’t feel. Four hours had passed. Indigo went with Anthony through a long road, exploring Virginia.

It’s a new bus or what?

Yes. This is the main route, so the latest bus is always put here first. Every two years, we replace the bus. Old buses are moved to intermediate routes. If you use an old bus and it’s broken down in the middle of the trip, it can be bothered. But even so, before leaving, it will be checked by the pool mechanic.

Where’s the pool in New York?

We have some. The big one is in East New York, Brooklyn, for easy access to the highway and Port Authority Bus Terminal.

Well, not far, right? We live in Northeastern Brooklyn.

I don’t know New York. Too complicated, you know? I only know highways.

Hmm, you have a mechanic in the pool? Good mechanic?

Yes, sir. We have dozens. You know, we have a lot of workshops in almost every largest city. You just call them, they will come from everywhere. Even because we have a good system, they just leave using their own vehicle. With good governance, mechanics tend to be free.

Well, if the mechanic is free, he can look for extra money.

Not prohibited. But if the head of the workshop feels uncomfortable, it’s easy for him to transfer the mechanic. Why’s that?

I have a car, okay? Equinox. But I don’t use it anymore. Traffic, you know. I prefer to take a taxi or bus. Rather than not being used, I left it to my neighbor for rent. The income was pretty good. But it was only one year, then the problem arose. Big cost. Even though the income had been used up. Forgot to set aside. My neighbor also has two cars. Same case. Came up short when there was damage because of repairs in high-cost workshops. Once I called a freelance mechanic, but it wasn’t satisfactory. A similar problem came back again.

Oh, just bring it to our workshop. They’ll help you repair it if the mechanics have nothing to do. Our mechanics, if they have nothing to do for a long time, that’s not good. I’ll tell you the trick. Just bring them hamburgers and cigarettes. Bring them food. You know, their income is spent mostly on food. In New York, everything is expensive.

Oh, okay.

As Hillary looked at the two figures before her talking, she blushed. Fortunately, no one saw her. She heard their conversation. There were several points of interest, especially the problem of car repairs.

In the past two years, Indigo rarely used his car to work so that their neighbor who had a car rental company offered him to join. Initially, it was just leaving his car so that the company had a reserve out of cost. But, when there were more orders, his car was being rented more regularly. There was no end. The income wasn’t bad. It could be used to pay the installment. But later, it became a problem.

Maintenance costs weren’t proportional to income. Hillary was dizzy seeing him paying for the car repairs. Even they had to take a loan from the office.

The fourth stop was the last stop before crossing to New York. When talking about distance, it was about one hundred and thirty miles from the Holland Tunnel. But talking about travel time, it was a different thing. Especially during the year-end holidays, it was unpredictable.

Closely watching her new boy, she at once realized the change in his expression.

Anthony was profoundly serious when arriving at this stopover. Normally, he tidied up the bus, like washing the wing mirrors, checking there, checking here. He still had time to talk to some passengers. But this time was different. The driver and he clustered around the corner of the restaurant where the crew usually gathered. Even he didn’t eat.

The bus passengers didn’t know the bus crew, either the driver or the cabin crew, always monitored the current situation of the traffic density, the traffic control, and the crossing situation. There was a traffic buildup. The queue had reached more than fifteen miles. Even, approaching mile forty, every two to five miles, emergency pocket parks had been provided for vehicles to reduce the buildup on the road.

It was over capacity. Hundreds of thousands of people moved at the same time. The police forced small vehicles that just arrived to enter the pocket parks. Most drivers tend to obey as they looked at the uniformed officers.

They hadn’t rested for five minutes, and suddenly heard an announcement that the bus passengers had to