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BENNETT WAS LYING FLAT UNDER the vintage Chevrolet working when he saw a pair of flip-flops approaching the car. “With toes that ugly, it can only be one person.” He slid out from under the car on a rolling creeper. Shading his eyes from the sun, he grinned up at Mitch, glad to see his friend.
“What a sweet ride,” Mitch said. “Looking pretty good. When do you think you’ll be taking it out?”
“Not long,” Bennett said as he sat up and wiped his hands on a rag. “Just finished the oil change. Still need to give it a tune-up, and I’m waiting on a part. I’d hoped to have it ready this weekend, but I’ll need a little more time.” Between his mayoral duties and the occasional real estate clients, his days were quite full. “Weekends are my only time to work on it, and even then I’m often booked
