Chapter 15

He turned and gave his mother a smile. “Nor do I care.”

Once again, his father took over the conversation for him. “So.” He slapped both hands on the table and rose. “Were those new tires I saw on the truck?”

Randy breathed a sigh of relief, holding his father’s gaze. Thank you.

“Yeah, snow tires. One of my neighbors ended up having a spare set in his garage. He put them on for me when he was looking at the radiator.”

“The truck was giving you trouble?”

“A little,” Randy admitted. “But it was my own stupidity that brought it on. Nothing to worry about, though. We got it all fixed up. Well…my neighbor did.”

His father stood and nodded towards the door. “We should give those new slicks a bit of a torque. They loosen up sometimes after they first go on. Feel like showing your old man your new set of rims?”

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