That night returning from Raywick in the truck was the most frightful night Tim and Hondo has ever encountered, they didn’t sleep well, but their dad went to Our Lady Of Peace again the following week, their beloved uncle Bobby(father’s brother) came down from Louisville to take their dad to dry out from alcoholism and to recover, he often suffered from “Lilliputian Hallucinations,” or he saw Little People and if you didn’t have an alcoholic father you wouldn’t even begin to know what Hell that is to witness-your father seeing little men terrorizing himself, for a child to witness was often taboo to ever rehash it to anyone. Oh, the enduring hardship the Hardesty family endured over the last twenty years of their dad’s sick life.
Kevin was a very responsible driver, he had free rein to take the ‘65 Chevy truck anywhere he wished, one day Hondo and Kevin went to run an errand for their mom, it was a usually quick drive to town, five-minute vista down their mile and a half lane and then on 31-E down a steep hill over the river bridge that had a two-lane passing lane coming back, they paid their mom’s bill and drove back home, but here comes a speeder and trouble, Kevin kept to the far lane and was solidly up the hill far passed the passing lane when Ann Wathen, a spiritless, rich, and drab cunt who brushed our truck, no damage except a scratch on the mirror, but Hondo pulled over to Sutherland Lane to get out of traffic, but that was an error, because long story short: money beat down the poor Hardesty boys, after that Tim and Hondo lost all respect for that phony family, this was a spoilt cunt who got everything handed to her, and who was speeding in excessive but the cops wrote her story and that was that, Kevin and Tim never spoke to her again.
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