“The cabin of the old suburban bus was warm with soft chansen music playing. Driver Buck whistled a tune he liked, glancing in the mirror at the slumbering passengers. Conductor muttered, ‘I’m so tired today. I’m exhausted; my legs are falling off. I talk so much during the day, arguing with passengers, that I don’t want to open my mouth at home. But at home, I have housework with my son, and my husband wants dinner. I’m so fed up with everything.’
Buck shook his head. ‘I don’t know. I like my work. I’m honestly telling you, it’s all my life on the road. It’s so interesting—new people, adventures, no routine and monotony. And Hilder and I have been soul to soul all our lives, like a thread with a needle. We’ve been through much together. God never gave us children, but that’s okay, we are used to it. But we have a summer house this year; we harvested, did so many tomatoes and cucumbers.
Now we’re starting to pick apples. We’re thinking of making homemade juice in the Juice Maker without preservatives. We’ll treat our friends. And what a greenhouse I made for my Hilda! You should have seen. No complaints about fate. I’ll come in the evening, and Hilda will serve me hot soup with fresh bread, and I’ll kiss her and…….Read Full Story Here……….
