Andy has no Saturday classes. As expected, it’s a riot at Greasy Chris Garage. And when Andy is in a good mood, which is usually the case, their laughter can be heard from two blocks away.
“Ben!” Andy yells, snatching Ben’s attention. She can feel the muscles of her arms tighten as she wrangles with the lug nuts of an old Chevy tire using a wrench, but they won’t budge. These stuck-on lug nuts are frustrating. She needs a lever.
“What?” Ben yells back as he helps Uncle Chris disassemble a Toyota Camry engine for an overhaul. There is not an inch of fat in his body, and his slim build reminds Andy of a greyhound. As a child, she used to call him Daddy Long Legs from Jean Webster’s novel of the same name. She only stopped calling him that when she had finished the book and found out that
