10 CHARLOTTE“Mornin’, this is Maggie. Can I help you?” the voice drawled through the phone.
“Hi, this is Charlotte Freemont. I’m calling about—”
“The Audi. Yup. Let me put Wayne on.”
Sitting down on the bed, I plucked a piece of lint off the fluffy down comforter while I waited.
“This is Wayne.” His normally gruff voice came out sounding apologetic. “Listen, sweetheart, I hate to tell you this, but I ran your car’s diagnostics through the computer, and you’ve got a bigger problem than I first thought.”
I listened as he explained that some converter switch was malfunctioning, and that it was going to add an extra day or two and some money to the repair work.
“Okay, got it.”
“That’s . . . that’s it?” he asked.
“Yeah. Just let me know when you’re through. I appreciate this, Wayne.”
“
