Chapter 5
Earl Laidlaw already had his tools out when Garth and Jennalee arrived back at the room. The smallest of Noel Sutherland’s sons had escaped his room to stand nearby as Earl strewed parts, tools, and oily rags about the walk. When Phyllis Sutherland’s sharp voice pierced the morning, the child disappeared inside.
Garth slipped an arm around Jennalee’s waist as she slid off the motorcycle and handed him the half-shell. “Dad, this is Lee,” he said to Earl, who looked up, nodded, and went back to his wrenches. Garth squeezed Jennalee and said, “Great ride,” before turning his attention to his father.
Jennalee wasn’t sure what to do next and so stayed on, perching finally on the Kawasaki to watch the work. When Garth removed his shirt, she knew it was as much for her as for relief
