When Dad spoke of Boxy, he'd lovingly refer to him as "brother," air quotes included. Not necessarily his "brother" though. I never knew if that made Boxy my "uncle" or not, or if he really was a ninja like both he and Dad often hinted. He was a true man of mystery.
I did know one thing though. Two things, actually. I couldn't run Sunray's without him, and I loved my "uncle ninja" with my whole heart.
"Vic!" While standing on a step ladder, he bent double over the hood of Ms. Stevenson's massive bookmobile parked in the shop's garage. "There's something really wrong here."
"What?" I glanced behind me, clipboard in hand. I was mid-inventory which didn't take a lot of time for me because I had the item order on the sheet memorized.
"I don't think I have the know-how to fix it."
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