Anastacio
“Hey, Jefe! I feel like a damned idiot.” I call out to the chief mechanic, Jesus.
Annaliese is a blessing. She got me a job at her uncles’ General Garage in Mineral Springs. Both men are in their fifties. Frankie and Jesus have both taken me under their wings to teach me how to work on vehicles.
Luckily, I had some experience working on my dad’s truck. My dad taught me how to maintain a vehicle and do minor repairs, but I wouldn’t consider myself a mechanic. Being at the shop, the memories of him teaching me the ends and outs of his truck engine often gripped my heart. It’s easier to lock up my feelings and focus on staying alive. Focus on my revenge, because he died, and I survived.
“¿Que paso, mijo?” Jesus wipes his hands to clean off the grease the best he can as he makes
