the kid, Ben, fit in?” I asked.
“Your father found him through a friend at the VFW,” Mom explained. “A good kid from a rough home. Single mom working two jobs. He was getting into trouble. He loved cars, though. Your dad saw…”
She trailed off.
“He saw me,” I finished for her.
“Yes,” she said. “He saw you. That summer in the garage. He said the car deserved continue reading …
