Tuesday,” Dad finally confessed, his shoulders slumping. “Aubrey told him it would cost two hundred dollars just to look at the transmission, plus eighty an hour for labor. He took his keys back, called me at home, and asked if I was proud of what I’d built. When I looked under the hood this morning, I realized I couldn’t even read the wiring harness. My back wouldn’t let me bend down to pull the deck.”
I walked over to the John Deere. Without saying a word, I reached into my apron, pulled out a flathead screwdriver, popped the safety cover,
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