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

if we were open yet.

“Soon,” I said.

“Good,” he said. “We’ve needed a decent mechanic around here.”

He told his cousin, who owned a fleet of delivery vans. The cousin booked appointments. Three months after we opened, we were booked two weeks out.

On a morning that has begun to feel like the specific shape of what my life is now, I am under a classic Mustang continue reading …