What’s the big deal about waiting another day? I wonder after I get to the garage and see what job Ray has lined up for the afternoon. Maybe something will happen in twenty-four hours. Like a miracle. But I can’t live like this. I have to settle the car thing. Then I can put my energy into getting Logan off my back. I approach Ray when he stops for a coffee and a smoke. “Here.” I dig Blair’s note out of the pocket of my overalls and slap it, along with the three hundred dollars, on the desk in front of him. Ray peers through a veil of cigarette smoke. “What the hell’s that?” I straddle the chair beside the desk and work at keeping my voice casual. “Three hundred bucks I raised by selling every single piece of useless shit I could find in my basement.” He laughs. “Don’t tell me. You want me to put that toward your debt?” “Yes.” I point to the paper. “And that’s from Blair promising to bring in his Mazda by the end of January so you can lower his front end.”
