for a moment julia could not anything wxcept his own heartbeat

engines made more sense than people. A broken chain was a broken chain. A carburetor did not lie about why it failed. Metal did not raise you, steal you, love you, betray you, and then ask where you wanted to eat breakfast.

His boss, Don Chuy, found him sitting on an overturned crate, staring at nothing.

“You going to work,” Don Chuy asked, “or are you continue reading …