getting nervous. I didn’t have a car.
I didn’t have any decent clothes.
This was my first time taking out a
beautiful girl, and I wanted it to be
perfect.
We’d moved to Highlands
North when my stepfather’s garage
went out of business, and he moved
his workshop to the house. We had
a big yard and a garage in the back,
and that became his new workshop,
essentially. At any given time, we
had at least ten or fifteen cars in the
driveway, in the yard, and out on
the street, clients’ cars being
worked on and old junkers Abel
kept around to tinker with. One