Tucker tried to work on the Nova while Hank and Alison were
away, but she fidgeted more than she tinkered. Finally frustrated with Tucker’s
distraction, Junior said, “That’s it; you’re done for the day.”
“Why?”
“Why? You’re a wreck. You’ve adjusted the carburetor five
times and it gets worse every time.”
“You think I don’t know how to adjust a carburetor?”
“You couldn’t adjust your shoelaces right now.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Ha, don’t have an answer to that, do you?”
“You’ll get one sooner or later. When you least expect it.
I’ll creep up to your window and shout insults at you.”
“Yah.” Junior took the screwdriver from Tucker’s hand. “Go
wash up and hang out for a while. You’re going to be unmanageable until Alison
gets back.”
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