“Afternoon Bob, said Jane Mason the cook of the “Little Chef” what can I get for you?’
“A nice pot of tea would be nice and can I have what ever is on the special menu today.’
“Well we have beef casserole or mince and dumplings.’
“I think I will go with the mince and dumplings.’
Bobby had a lean body with all of the heavy lifting of crates and boxes on board his lorry.
He had his hair in a mullet style of the eighties. He wore a blue denim shirt opened at the neck and a gold crucifix on a heavy gold chain.
So what have you been up to since I saw you last Bob?’
“Not a lot really; same old shit Jane.’
“You’re still trucking then?’
“Is there anything else?’
“You could always come and live with me; I would never kick you out of bed; you know that.’
“Thanks for the offer but I can never settle in one place you know me Jane; I’ve got to keep on the move.’
“Yes, I do and I still live in hope.’
“Bobby had spent the night with her two years ago; he was just going to kip in his cab in the car park and she came out and offered him a hot drink. He accepted and the next thing they were tearing each others clothes off and making for her bedroom.’
“She liked spontaneity and couldn’t get enough of the Geordie Country boy. Bobby liked to wear his cowboy boots and a black Stetson that he’d bought in Nashville. He had been a fan of country and western music since he was a teenager. His father would play his massive collection of imports from America. Slim Whitman, George Jones, Charlie Pride, Merle Haggard, and Hank Williams would play every day in the house. It wasn’t long before he was singing along to the songs. He and his Uncle would sing duets to Whitman’s “Rose Marie” and Hank William’s I’m so Lonesome I could Cry” Your Cheatin’ Heart and Hey good Lookin.’
He bought himself a Gibson Guitar and learned to play it and he could have easily joined a group but chose to just play and sing for his own amusement.
Jane always got him to play though.’
“You still got that guitar with you?’
“It’s like my comfort blanket.’
“Come on then go get it and give us a tune.’
“It’s in the cab.’
“Well go get it; I love to hear you play and sing.’
“Bobby walked out of the café then crossed over to the car park then climbed into the cabin and reached down behind the seat and pulled out his guitar case.’
He put on his black Stetson that was hanging up on a peg then smartly put it on and walked back to the café.
There were around twenty five people who were sitting down and eating when Bobby took out his guitar and tuned it before singing “A Woman like You” by Lee Brice.
Last night outta the blue
Driftin’ off to the evening news
She said honey what would you do