“No problem. Sounds easy enough,” I answer confidently.
“Good, but if you have any issues or questions, just ask.”
“Will do.” Though it’s b***h work, I don’t mind. I’m happy to do it. As I grab the tools and filters I’ll need, Jerry calls my name.
“Yeah?” I spin around and face him.
“Good job with the windows. I can actually see my reflection in them now,” he tells me with a belly laugh.
“Thank you, sir.” I smile, then continue.
For the rest of the day, I spend my time carefully changing out oil filters and tightening and loosening bolts and lug nuts. When I finish each car and truck, I give Gemma the keys after I’ve parked them out front for pick up. Reid’s Garage is the only place in town that services vehicles and has been for twenty years. People refuse to drive over and support
