![]() Like me, he wore grease-stained overalls. ![]() To speed up the repair, Tad was taking the left side and I was working on the right. I liked kids, but tired kids cooped up in my office space were another matter. I wished she had family here to watch them. ![]() She had, she told me, family in Missoula who could watch her children, but nobody but her alcoholic ex-husband to watch them in Portland, so she’d brought them with her. The task was made more urgent by the fact that the owner and her three children under five were occupying the office. We needed to get her back on the road so she could make her job interview tomorrow at eight a.m. The owner had been driving from Portland to Missoula, Montana, when her car blew the radiator. It was a rush case on a couple of fronts. To do that, we had to take the whole front clip off. “ARE YOU OKAY, MERCY?” TAD ASKED ME AS HE DISCONNECTED the wiring harness from the headlight of the 2000 Jetta we were working on. ![]()
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