Chapter 3Blair
One day when we were having lunch, Doug said to me that if I ever needed a friend, I should remember he was there. I thanked him and didn’t think anything more about it at the time. But a few weeks later I had a reason to take him up on it.
It was a Sunday morning, and I was on my way back to my apartment from church. Every time I used the brakes on my old Honda, there was this noise like there were loose pieces of metal in there somewhere. I had to be at school the next morning, but I couldn’t get there without wheels. The only place I could think of that would be open on Sunday was Sears, and they didn’t open until one. All of my buddies had gone home for the weekend, and I didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon at Sears while they got around to my car.
So I called Do
