Misty anxiously asked the garage attendant as he peered under the hood of her car. It had seen better days but for the most part it was reliable transportation. Until today. This afternoon she’d wanted to go to the store but the car wouldn’t start. She’d been forced to call a tow truck and now here she was with the repairman who could make or break her day.
“Of course I can fix it.” The man gave her a reassuring smile but it did little to bolster her spirits. She was getting ready to start a new life in Seattle and it was much more expensive to live there. Although she was making good money with her paintings, she’d been poor too long to take anything for granted. “It’s probably nothing big. Maybe the alternator or the fuel pump.”
Misty knew nothing about cars and even less about the internal combustion engine. Was an alternator worse or better than a fuel pump? She hated feeling helpless in any situation but this repairman could rip her off and she’d never know it.
