The drilling noise and beating of metal continues. I scream a little louder this time. “DAD.” My father finally rounds the corner, wiping his brow with the handkerchief in his back pocket. He doesn’t acknowledge me, but I know damn well he’s heard me. “Where’s the parts order from this week?” “Oh, I went to the local part store and I think the receipt is in the jockey box of my GMC.” “You think?” I ask, pissed off. “I’m a mechanic and play in the grease.” “Well, keep your damn receipts you old fart. I’m a teacher, not a detective.” I typically look forward to my Saturdays at Dad’s shop. I do his books for him, but this morning after a completely sleepless night, I feel like I’m losing my shit. Pedro’s light snores from his dog bed underneath the desk don’t help matters and only make me sleepier.
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