“Okay, this is far enough,” Naomi said, shifting the car into park.
Chuy threw himself to the ground, panting. “We need to get Welita a new car.”
Lash leaned against the back of car, wondering what he should do next.
When the car had broken down about a mile from the house, he’d thought they were in for a long walk. Then Chuy had climbed out of the car and Naomi made her way to the front seat as if they had done it before. She’d given Lash an expectant look, and when he hadn’t moved, she’d said, “Well, don’t just sit there. Help Chuy push.”
How was he to know that they’d actually wanted to take the car with them? He’d climbed out and shaken his head as he eyed the clunker. By the looks of it, the gas in it was probably worth more than the car.
The car wasn’t heavy to him at all. Alone
