Ninety minutes, twice a day. Five days a week.
Car pool heaven turns into car pool hell when Anthea Rossignole realizes her lover is having an affair with the other woman sharing their daily commute. It seems that Anthea’s successful career as a cost analyst at an oil refinery is the only thing she can really count on these days. Now she’s looking for someone to share the long drive.
Shay Sumoto desperately needs a car pool. Though wildly overqualified, the environmental biologist takes a low-paying job testing well samples to keep body and soul together. The debt from her father’s terminal illness and the loss of the company she owned with her father have left her with no money, no time and no sense of humor.
When Shay and Anthea begin carpooling together, they find that first impressions of each other don’t bode well, and second impressions don’t improve their chemistry much. But when Shay uncovers alarming test results in her work – information that could cost both of them their jobs – Anthea is the only person she trusts for advice. Can two very different women find common ground?
Check out the weather cam from the Berkeley Hills.
An oil refinery in the Bay Area? To most people, the Golden Gate looks like this. But there are several refineries in operation on San Pablo Bay, which is why an oil tanker was in the bay to begin with when it struck the Bay Bridge in 2007.
Fans of this book won’t want to miss the follow-up short stories “Mechanics” in Frosting on the Cake 1: The Original and “Divided Highway” in Frosting on the Cake 2: Second Helpings.
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- Reader Comments about Car PoolIt was as if she knew me, and created the character of Shay right out of my life.
- Car Pool at Small Press MagazineA delicious romance with just a hint of intrigue … Uncommonly realistic!
From Chapter Seven
Shay dropped limply into her chair, praying that no one had noticed her slipping in a few minutes late. “I barely made my shuttle,” she gasped to Harold, who was already bent over his keyboard.
“Scott was just here. He left that mess on your desk.”
“Damn.”
“I told him you were in the bathroom.”
“Thank you, sweet prince.”
“Think nothing of it. Thanks to you, I’m in love.” Harold leaned back in his chair and smiled at her.
Shay couldn’t help herself. “So am I,” she said, with chagrin.
“He’s mine,” Harold said in a conspiratorial whisper.
“Don’t be disgusting. I wasn’t talking about him.”
“I see. Well, I did wonder.”
“You don’t think she could tell, do you?” That Anthea knew how strongly Shay felt was Shay’s worst fear.
“You were not being very clear,” Harold said. “You just hung on her every word.”
“Oh.”
“You could try being a little more direct, you know.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t think I’m her type.”
“Type? Like S/M? Leather?”
“Not everything is about what you do in bed,” Shay said haughtily while parts below her waist called her a liar.
“Why not?” Harold shook his head. “If it doesn’t work there, it’s not going to work anywhere else.”
“If it won’t work anywhere else, what’s the point of it working in bed?”
Harold stared at her. “You women are so strange.” He lowered his voice. “What on earth is wrong with good sex?”
“Nothing, except if the sex is good then it seems like getting married is a logical next step and then you hate each other and break up.”
Harold whispered, with a half smile, “Do you know what the majority of the Sentinel’s women’s ads are for? Therapy. Now I know why.”
“Chauvinist,” she hissed.
Harold smiled angelically. “Why do you think she thinks you’re not her type?”
“She’s rich. She’s white. She’s in the closet. She believes in personal emancipation, obviously, but hasn’t thought about the rest of the world.”
“So teach her.”
“I don’t think a relationship should be based on someone having to change for it to work. And she’s … not someone to play with. I think she’s been hurt a lot.”
“Well, the lady struck me as a survivor. Maybe she has got money and no idea how easy her skin has made life. But you like her so what else matters in the end?”
“Nothing, I guess. We’re having dinner on Friday.”
“She invited you?” Shay nodded. “Well then, there you are.” Harold broke off to answer his phone.
Shay gave herself another moment to savor the fact that she was actually having dinner with Anthea. An official date at Anthea’s dream of a house. Barbecuing on that wonderful deck. Then she opened her eyes and looked at what Scott had left. With a sigh, she picked up the thick stack of papers.
Harold hung up the phone and leaned across the cubicle to whisper in Shay’s ear, “I hope she fucks your brains out.”
Shay gasped and dropped the stack of papers. “Crude, crude and cruder!” Harold just laughed and went back to work.
The papers were a mess, and it had nothing to do with dropping them on the floor. They had been her first draft of the report about the last series of well tests, including the lab data that showed well B-B-146 was approaching the hazardous range for xylene. Her report pointed this out and proposed a schedule of more frequent testing to prepare for remediation, if necessary.
Scott had butchered it. The pages were covered with edits. It would take her all day to transcribe them for the word processors. She sighed, wanting to throw it in the wastebasket. But she was more sure than ever that the lab data was right, so she wasn’t going to let it go and assume that the data had been a mistake just because the report would be easier to write.
She worked through lunch again, munching her peanut butter and jelly sandwich in near despair. The edits were blatantly attempting to confuse the issues, converting the succinct style she had learned from her father to an obtuse bureaucratic mess that employed double negatives and lots of unclear antecedents. Whole paragraphs were constructed of a single sentence with clause after clause of obfuscation. And then, to top it off, he’d eliminated the entire section she’d written on remediating the xylene area and removed all mention of the latest well sample. It still showed up in the summary table in Appendix F, but that was it. The longer she worked on it, the angrier she became.
She was not going to let the matter drop. She was not going to give it up. And if they fired her she’d take her copy and the results to the Regional Water Quality Board herself. And she’d go to the media and borrow money from Anthea to live. And then she’d sue.
She took a break, and when she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror she smiled at the mulish expression on her face and the way her jaw was jutting forward. Then she realized she looked exactly like her father did when he was preparing for a run-in with management. No, she was not going to let it go.
Si el destino quiere
Esta novela nos muestra la historia de dos mujeres, muy diferentes, en busca de su seguridad, de su independencia. ¿Una relación inverosímil?. Quizá, pero al destino se le antoja que una relación estrictamente laboral se convierta en una verdadera historia de amor, donde Anthea se verá forzada a tomar decisiones inmediatas respecto a qué tipo de persona quiere ser… y con quien desea compartir su vida.
La exploración de los sentimientos por parte de ambas, despojándose de sus claras convicciones, sin condicionamientos morales, les lleva a una necesidad imperiosa de apurar cada sensación que recorre sus cuerpos.
Una romántica y cautivadora historia de amor de la popular autora de Pintando la Luna. “La mejor narrativa para mujeres que les encanta ser mujeres” Jeanette Winterson.
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Transporte-moi
Anthea Rossignole est prête pour un nouveau départ : elle vient de mettre à la porte celle qui était sa compagne depuis plusieurs années et est bien décidée à se reprendre en main.
Pour Shay Sumoto, l’avenir semble s’éclaircir : elle a enfin décroché un poste dans son domaine, géologue dans une raffinerie.
La rencontre improbable de ces deux femmes aux univers antagonistes va se faire sous les auspices du service de covoiturage de leur entreprise. D’abord dubitatives quant à leurs points communs, elles vont bientôt être surprises. Mais elles seront encore plus étonnées de découvrir que les activités de leur employeur pourraient s’avérer moins inoffensives que prévues et se retrouver confrontées à un choix crucial.
Parviendront-elles à surmonter les blessures du passé, à dépasser les non-dits et à s’offrir un avenir sans se trahir ?
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