Chapter 2

“Nah, I’m good. Didn’t wear anything I was afraid to fuck up.” Dawson plucked at his shirtsleeve and Raleigh noticed ratty edges and stains on the shirt that he hadn’t before.

“How long you here for?” Raleigh asked Dawson.

“Classes start back up in August,” Dawson said.

Raleigh wasn’t surprised that Dawson was only here for the summer. Besides himself, none of the other mechanics that came to work for Calvin lasted more than six months. It was the result of hiring mostly high school kids for the summer work and anyone made desperate by unemployment in a shitty economy. There had been one fella, a drifter, that stayed almost a full year, but then he left without notice and with old Mr. Scott’s blue Buick.