ground up instead of from a textbook. But you and I are done working together.”
Sully came walking through the partition door, a clipboard in hand, nodding politely to my father. “Morning, Rex,” Sully said easily. “Hot one today.”
Dad didn’t reply. He stood there for another long moment, looking at the bustling shop, at the shelves stocked with parts he had once told me were a waste of floor space, and at the employees who used to make him his morning coffee. He slowly turned around, climbed back into his truck, and drove away, leaving Otis’s mower behind.
He
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