they’d bought, they saw how much
trouble the company was already in.
The garage gradually took over
our lives. I’d get out of school and
walk the five kilometers from
Maryvale to the workshop. I’d sit
for hours and try to do my
homework with the machines and
repairs going on around me.
Inevitably Abel would get behind
schedule on a car, and since he was
our ride, we’d have to wait for him
to finish before we could go home.
It started out as “We’re running
late. Go nap in a car, and we’ll tell
you when we’re leaving.” I’d crawl
in the backseat of some sedan,