7/13/14 - sunday, day 10

O’Neil is tending to business this morning but will be coming for me around 3:00. That gave me time to hang on a beach. After breakfast I called the no-name driver to see if he would be on the road today. It’s Sunday so I took inconsideration he might be off. Asked if he remembered me, he did. Asked if he’s driving, he is and will passing my way in less than 30 minutes. Just enough time to gather myself and get down to the road.

Only had to wait 8 minutes for him to reach me. Two people in the back that left the front seat all for me. He was on the phone having a heated conversation with someone so no introductions when I buckled up.

“Hold…hold…hold on…hold on.” He lowers the phone and turns to me. “Where you going, baby?”
“Long Bay.”

He looked less than delighted when I told him how far I wanted to go. Made me feel like shortening the ride and jumping out at Boston, but I wanted to go to Long Bay so I sat still. He drives on continuing the conversation.

The first person gets out at the little store in Castle. She asks him to wait while she dashes in. Again his face displays fret. She doesn't take long, thank goodness, and we are onward to Long Bay.

One lady gets out then two miles up, the other leaves. He asks me where I’m getting off. Told him the second bar after Chill Out.

“You meeting someone?”
“No.”
“Can I join you? I buy my own drink.”
“Sure.”

Still didn't find out the name of this place, but it has become a regular hang out for me.





We sit at one of the tables without knowing each other’s names. I can tell he has a lot on his mind and wonder if I were in the mood to be sympathetic. I guess it’s too late now. He asks me what I want to drink, tell him Red Stripe. He goes to the window and I think, what a cool guy. He returns with two beers and a half smile. Looks like he’s feeling a little more relaxed.

“What’s your name?”
“Vi, and yours?”

A car storms into the drive before he could answer. He freezes. I knew when I saw her face he wasn't going to be hanging with me for long. He excuses himself and trots towards the young, beautiful but mad as a hornet woman. They have words, but kept their voices between the two of them. They move further away from me taking their drama closer to the street.