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“Well, I can see you're busy I'll let you get back to work” She steps away, pulling on the leash “Come on, Garlits,” she says He jumps up and follows her inside the house

Daet me in trouble I can feel it

I stare at the closed door for far too long, until finally pulling et back under the car, put the bolt back in place on the oil pan, and untwist the filter The new filter is primed and ready I already filled it with some oil and smeared some around the rim

It takes me a quick second to put the new filter in, then I'ine with fresh new ine is a little dirty, and if Mr Klein expects to show off at the car show, it's going to need to gleam better than this

I shuffle through his toolboxes until I find a nice clean rag, and start wiping the grie open, and assu behind me

“I changed the oil, and figured I'd give the engine a little shine while I waited to see how you asket in stock?”

“I'm not sure” It's not Mr Klein's voice; it's Kelsie “But I thought you ht you some lemonade”

I glance over lass in her hand There's a slice of le on the riar

“Thanks,” I say Taking the le sip “It's hot as hell out and this hits the spot”

“Good I'lad”

I bring the glass to h to lass and down my shirt

“Garlits!” Kelsie yells, and shoos hio lay down” She turns her attention back to lass fro the front of my shirt with her hand “He's a pain in the ass sometimes Especially if he wants your attention”

I pull the rag from my pocket and wipe my face

“Oh,” she says “You uh, you replaced lerease—or maybe oil, I'm not sure”

“Did I? Where?” I wipe across my chin

“No, it's over here,” she says, pointing to my left cheek