Sandy’s Wheels

It was about five o’clock when she came in screaming, “I am going to fuck up that puta! I know she’s giving my husband more than just a car ride home!” All the guests stared. I looked for the exit, noticing the knowing smiles my co-workers wore, and I understood Sandy had given a few rides after the restaurant closed. And unfortunately for my promotion, el jefe never found out he wasn’t the only one getting happy endings.

Maelo Dones | Fiction