Smoke escapes from the hood of the vehicle, Alex and I follow each other out of the car to take a closer look. Mr. Hobbs places his hands on the back of his head as he frets about the vehicle that’s acting up. “Take it easy Mr. Hobbs, it’s not like this is your fault,” I whisper to him. He peers up at me appreciating my words but they were not enough to calm him down. Why should he listen to what I say anyway, it’s not like my judgement matters, it is only words that come from Alexander’s mouth that can make a difference.
I pull Alexander aside, “You need to say something to Mr. Hobbs,” I say. “What are you talking about?”He blankly stares at me.
“Because he looks unsettled, I think he is afraid you are going to blame him for this,” I smirk. “What...why would I blame him for this? Oh rig
