Quarter Mile

By Deborah Cutchall

In a day in present time in West Los Angeles, the son of the devoted father Robert Lundberg. A nostalgia family’s legendary driver has been crusaded across renette uniformed police officers with despair duty tactics of prevailing no good-woman keepers.

Mr. Lundberg finds an empire restitution of financial class and wealth. His divorcee daughter, Sarah Lundburg, is another family members’ stabilized resources. Herself as a divorcee and her mistakes comfort a never derails enforcement.

A time travel after a father alters his home to view ocean sunsets, counting service to companionships with his daughter and college son’s semester.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Mar 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781532067624

Deborah Cutchall

Born in Montebello, grew up most years in Pasadena, Calis. Enjoys photography and travel. And still resides in Calis.

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QUARTER MILE

Deborah Cutchall

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QUARTER MILE

Copyright © 2019 Deborah Cutchall.

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ISBN: 978-1-5320-6761-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5320-6762-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019901034

iUniverse rev. date: 03/25/2019

A business driver, radio pleasantly on, wearing wholesale shirt, Wynn auto uniform, Robert Lundberg, turns his attention to traffic and enjoys gridlock station. He is a salesman. A white van also side commercial. Wynn product factory to you - auto fluid.

He makes a right turn, a couple of blocks down a left turn, finally into a building and clicks off the ignition, shuts off the radio. Robert wipes his hands on a pair of jeans getting in back rear side door.

Hey, Jimmy.

Then

Long time no see, Robert.

They both laugh.

What you been up to? His friend said.

Oh, the daughter, grand-kids, stuff like it. Hey, Steven says hi, Robert says.

Yea guy, you can say that back for me, will ya? Jimmy mentions.

You know it. He’s been doing real good at the races.

Jimmy walks up.

Put them in front of you.

Robert stands with pen ready.

Whoo is a hot day. Where do I sign?

Jimmy signs a delivery receipt.

I’ll be damned. Tell that bad-ass boy I’ll see him one of these weekends, Jimmy said.

They both laughed.

See ya.

Robert jumped in his van, put one hand on the steering wheel, chomp on his chewing gum through the ignition back on with the keys, and drove down the industrial drive-way.

Driving past numerous auto stores, commercial auto parts and jack in the box songs on the radio play one after the other. Weather report on BHB 104 humidity scoring Sunday through Thursday.

Click turning off the keys, Robert gets out of the van, walks right to the window at Nathian’s Hot dogs. He orders a short order. They push a bag out through the window, and he pays for his final purchase. Handsome, stubborn, and a hardworking father, he jumps back in his work van, slaps the keys back on. He places the bag onto the seat next to him. He is divorced, living with his daughter’s children; the son is married with two boys.

A kitchen view and Sarah meets her kids playing in the living room, jumping around and around a high chair with little Cynthia seated inside.

Play cookie dough.

Cynthia rolls it into a ball.

See and place the cookies on the tray like this.

One by one, Sarah demonstrates.

See, that’s right.

Little Cynthia rolls dough in her hand.

Good. Good.

Sarah looks as her daughter’s hair and places it with her own hands and says, I love you, baby girl.

Boys, what do you have going on in there?

One of the two is rolling and jumping until his diaper pants fall off his bare butt. Giggling and laughing the children kept playing and resting on and off the couch.

No! Look what you’re doing, Mackie. Pull your brother’s pants up, they are falling off. Mac, did you hear what I meant, Sarah said.

My daddy will be here, and I don’t want him like that.

They kept rolling like kids on the couch.

Dinner is almost ready. Do not blow this. He will be walking in at any time. Toys, paper, and color book were on the floor.

His son lives nearby, around the corner and down the street. He came inside the back of the house to use small tools and talk to his sister about his wife’s kids.

Bring the kids next time, Steven, Sarah said through the screen door.

Sis, I’m busy on weekends. I don’t even take them there.

Where there? Sarah said. Sarah is divorced. Me and your wife can go there anytime and don’t forget it! She jolted her voice to Steven’s face, who was standing in the front yard. They live in Cul de sac Street.

Steve shouted, Dad’s home!

Sarah turns back into the living room, mindless and prim.

Your father’s home.

Then she kept a delinquent posture back into the kitchen.

He shut the door of the van and saw his son standing up on the hill in the front lawn, tired, excited to see him.

Where you park your car?

Right there.

He snorted his nose looking through tools in a canvas bag.

I see nothing but a new Firebird, Robert says.

Yea, yes that’s it.

Oh okay. You got a new one. You must be doing real good at the races.

Robert said confidently.

Jimmy at the store says hi.

Oh yea. I haven’t seen him in ages, said Steven. He pulls his head straight up, wiping the tool off with the same canvas bag.

I’m hungry. Do you want to join me for a hot dog?

Oh I want to get ready for this weekend’s race. I have to pack for the trip. Steve said.

How’s work? Been making enough dough?

Robert had already started a hot dog with onion and mustard paper wrapped around it.

Yea, he mutters through the food, I still pick up a couple of grand a week. That thing run pretty good.

Oh how’s the wife and kids? Robert asked. Fine. Look, I got to go to the races with you some day is that alright with you?

Steve says Oh, sure. And handed his dad the bag of tools and mentions to put them back in the garage storage.

Sure, Robert says grabbing it.

I’ll take a hotdog after all. Steve said and Robert handed over a hot dog. I’m gonna go inside and give them hell this Saturday.

Steven jumped in his car and drove off.

Robert shook and stomped his shoes off at the porch and then stepped on them to remove them white socks exposing. Robert opens the screen door, and the boys on couch said, Daddy.

Yea, Daddy is home already, he said placing some empty bag on the coffee table.

Oh, Mack, your pants are falling off your rear.

A little butt, Sarah adds.

The man and the kids hug each other, and the children were looking for some hot dogs in the bag.

Play with us. Play. Play.

Break my couch, play, Robert said. Robert not complementary, rubbed his eyes, pulled the little toddler’s pants up. One was crawling over his shoulder, hugging, pulling on him, pulling their heads back and forth.

How are you doing today? Robert asks.

Oh, okay, Sarah says. Cookies are in the oven.

What about dinner? He mutters to himself.

Dinner. Dinner. Oh, there is?

He sets the TV remote down on the table and with energy, jumps up out of the couch and walks up to the high chair. Cynthia sits, waiting for a cookie in the oven. Robert stretched across the table, sliding his elbows forward across the top. Playing with little Cynthia’s hands, his asking, What we make for dinner? Then stands to stretch more walk over to pick her up girl dressed.

She is a happy baby. The stone face fully occupied, he lifts one eye-lid after the other curiously.

Yeap, that’s dinner alright. Robert keeps Cindy jumping in his strong arms. Guys, what are you doing in there? Robert says.

Mac, better pull his pants back up in there, said Sarah.

He walks back in the living room straight-faced, plopping Cindy down next to him. Then looking at the television screen, Calm is the mode turkey can put all in to sleep content Robert is.

Is anybody going to eat? Asks Sarah.

I said I had something all ready, Robert said.

Sarah looks down, Yea, I can see.

A t the state of L.A. City Police department, two or more gentlemen officers were complete with their day shift. It’s close to evening hours, heckled laughter and civilian clothing, he placed the cell phone and watches in the locker.

Officer Glen Hays pulled his sock up then his tennis shoes and laces.

I got to agree with that, Johnson says to his partner, "I couldn’t