I groan when Steffi yells in her excitement, here I am curled up in the front seat of the giant car Tony gets to drive trying to get a little sleep in lieu of eating before I do sleep. Not that I blame her, her dad did get parole, with a little help from Frank, we are on the way to pick him up at seven in the morning, I am usually eating before I go to bed for some hot sex then sleep at this time. Instead I'm curled up on the seat trying to not yell at Steffi and get some sleep. Not to say Tony is helping much, he's got his hand on my breast and is squeezing it in a very nice manner.
"So why couldn't I just run and pick him up again?" I ask sitting up, I gave up on sleeping Steffi is too excited and we are almost there.
"Because he doesn't know you and it would look weird for you to be out during the day." Tony says with a sigh, I keep asking him that.
"Not that weird I've been known to be out during the day." I say as I pull his hand back to my breast.
"Hey cut that out there are children and old ladies aboard." Anna remarks, swatting me on my butt.
"Hey no getting fresh with me I'm a married woman." I poke her with a laugh.
"We are there, are we getting the pudgy white guy?" Tony asks as he turns the car around to pull up in front of the prison, a pudgy white guy and a dark skinned man standing in front.
Anna rolls down the window and yells for Darryl to get his butt over here. Not that he has to go far, a whole ten feet, both men walk this way I look at Tony.
"I guess we are getting the pudgy white guy, your keeping him not me."
"Hi ma, hi Steffi calm down I'll be right there. Ma I know I'm imposing a little but John here seems to not have a ride. We're wondering if maybe he can get a lift to the city bus station." Darryl's voice is odd, a little gravelly with honey mixed in, Anna looks at me.
"Anna and Darryl in the back seat so Steffi calms down?" I ask looking at Tony.
"John what were you in for?" Tony asks leaning forward to see out the window past me.
"Accidental homicide honestly, I got in a bar fight and my opponent tripped into a drunk driver." His voice sounds familiar to me.
Anna gets in the back seat with Darryl and both kids, John sits next to me.
"John what was the fight about?"
"Fool drunk was saying the Lion's were going to the super bowl that year. I swore it was the Steelers' and I ended up being right to, course I suppose we were both fools in the end, he died and I spent three years in prison."
"What did you used to do before that?" Tony asks glancing over at him, traffic is a little heavy this morning.
"I was a truck driver, had my own truck and would haul all sorts of things all over the country. Hopefully still have my truck at my mom's place why I was here she got sick."
"Wait, you're a Steelers fan from Detroit?" I ask just a little lost.
"Well no I'm from Pittsburgh, my dad was an engineer he was working for one of the steel factories then got a better offer from Ford so we moved when I was ten." John says pointing out a bus stop. "Thank you for the lift."
John gets out Anna hops up front again, the car is huge but not that huge.
"So Darryl where do you want to stop for breakfast?" I ask turning around to look at him holding a beaming Steffi.
"Anything but pancakes or oatmeal. Honestly I could really go for a hamburger."
"Oh my, Tony can I keep him?" I ask turning around to look at Tony he gives me a dirty look.
"No he's claimed by a daughter, let me think, I believe heaven opens at eight. Would you like to see your new job?"
"Yeah that sounds good, I've never eaten there before." Darryl says with a yawn.
I watch him fall asleep with all sorts of jealousy, Steffi with him she didn't sleep very well last night. Tony pulls me down onto his lap I sigh and take a nap watching the steering wheel turn this way and that. I wake up twice, once when Tony has to slow down quickly for a fast changing light and when we get there.
"Is there a cat in your trunk? I could have sworn I heard purring on the way over." Darryl asks as we pile out.
"I tend to purr when I take a nap in the car, the engine vibrates nicely." I admit turning pink.
We sit at the counter to eat, a familiar voice comes to me I lean forward on the counter and yell for Chico. He looks confused until I speak to him in Spanish fast like he does, he brightens right up and we ask about each other's family. I ask why he's on days then laugh when he relates the reason. I tell him about Darryl and trade jokes with him until Tony tugs on my sleeve.
"Sorry dear this is Chico, I like talking to him because it helps me to remember my Spanish. He switched to days because his wife complained about him working all night when their kids are asleep. Darryl if you're up to it after breakfast he can show you around, his English is pretty good."
"Yes I learned eighth word today." Chico says with a grin, I call him a couple dirty words. "Ouch that hurts, so what do you want for breakfast?"