on it. Hooked up the battery tender. Left the instructions I’d typed out on the workbench.
My actual car went to James’s buddy Dale, who has a heated storage unit out past Pataskala. Climate-controlled. Concrete floor. Camera on the door. Forty bucks a month. Dale owed James a favor anyway.
I flew out December 1st.
The thing is, I didn’t tell my parents continue reading …
