Frost
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 9, 2016
Rin Mitsuuo had had a tough time of the past few years. She had come to America with a man that had been stationed in Japan a decade ago, and after their divorce... well, the green card had been easy enough to obtain those ten years ago, but hers had expired and...
Without a card, without a valid SSN, Rin had taken to a harder life than she had once envisioned. She had taken to buying and selling online, routing it all through credit cards and pre-paid VISAs. She had also become something of a fixture in the local community, offering a car, a steady set of hands, and a cheerful personality that belied her thirty years, picking up and dropping off children whensoever the parents were too busy or when they didn't happen to trust public buses on principle.
It hadn't been so bad, really. She'd made do with her small apartment and her mid-2000s little Honda. The only mistake had been one recently when she had accidentally run a red light with one of her teenagers after school, and it had been all-too-obvious that "Ms. Mitsuuo" had a fake license, a fake identity when she was spoken to as a "Ms. Nakamura" by the cop.
She'd hoped that it would just pass her by, and that she would be able to skirt the boy's questions, but...
You couldn't rebottle some genies.
Without a card, without a valid SSN, Rin had taken to a harder life than she had once envisioned. She had taken to buying and selling online, routing it all through credit cards and pre-paid VISAs. She had also become something of a fixture in the local community, offering a car, a steady set of hands, and a cheerful personality that belied her thirty years, picking up and dropping off children whensoever the parents were too busy or when they didn't happen to trust public buses on principle.
It hadn't been so bad, really. She'd made do with her small apartment and her mid-2000s little Honda. The only mistake had been one recently when she had accidentally run a red light with one of her teenagers after school, and it had been all-too-obvious that "Ms. Mitsuuo" had a fake license, a fake identity when she was spoken to as a "Ms. Nakamura" by the cop.
She'd hoped that it would just pass her by, and that she would be able to skirt the boy's questions, but...
You couldn't rebottle some genies.