My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

in order to function.

Every morning when I unlock the front door of E Tech Auto and flip on the lights and smell the particular mix of oil and fresh paint and the coffee brewing in the back, I know a simple thing that took me far too long to learn.

The locks on this place are mine.

And no one will ever text me Haha about that.