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ON YOUR IDIOTIC HEADS
All business now, Louis stands in front of me with his arms crossed and his feet spread apart. “It is worse than I feared, mademoiselle Libby. You need a new timing belt—you are far overdue; the water pump is on its last leg. There is a hole in the radiator and the engine has a slow oil leak, though I have not found it—” he holds up a finger and his eyes glitter “—yet!” He goes on, and my heart sinks further into my shoes. “All four brake pads need to be replaced, your ignition system is going, and the muffler is rusting through. This is not to mention the need for new tires nor the state of the air filter.”
All the brightness I had regained while walking with Niall fades. I’ve kept up with oil changes, but put off any real work. Still, I had no idea it was this
