Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Jess' driver's license was on the pavement out by the pumps. Craig picked it up and squinted hard.
She couldn't possibly be 34 years old. No way, thought Craig.
She was a tough act to follow. Teenaged boys streamed in after dark to flirt, and she wasn't there. Craig was.
"Well, I'll tell her, you, said hello." Craig shrugged it off. She worked earlier now. More time for her boyfriend, he guessed.
Sometimes, they'd be in heated arguments, but she would climb on behind him, on the massive the Harley he drove and they'd trail off into the night.
"Do you know her?" One kid, who couldn't be over 14 asked when he came in for his evening Slushie and a chili dog.
"Well..." Craig didn't know how to put it.
"You, ever slept with her?" The kid did have the nerve, wearing a silly cap with a big bill, as if he were a rapper on his way to Hollywood.
"No. I have not." Craig was straight forward.
"You, must be gay then." The kid decided.
Craig looked at him hard wishing he would go away.
"Look, I'm new here, and I have my own family to take care of. I don't know a thing about her." He wouldn't dare say Jess' name. Although, he couldn't help but worry about her. He'd seen a bruise on her inner arm. He'd hate for there to be more. But there was a silence growing between them.
She'd been really nice to him on the first day he got there, showing him how the soda machines worked, how he needed to keep them going and about the rat situation.
They loved the syrup from the soda pop. So if it weren't for silly kids coming in for a question and answer survey, it was keeping on his toes for what was behind the counter. Truly, not the best circumstances.