Chapter 15
“I know someone who works here,” he said. “And I ama security guard. There are certain—traditions.”
I bit back my observation that it seemed he was mistaken in this case. I was about to suggest we try another car, when he clapped his hands together. Then, getting in, he reached down and released the hood catch, or as he referred to it, “the bonnet.”
This raised, he searched the sides of the engine cavity, and finally gave a cry of triumph. Pulling his hand out he held up a small box. He lowered the bonnet and opened the box. Inside was a key. He held this up and kissed me.
“We got wheels,” he said.
I was impressed. “And whatwheels,” I said.
We both admired the vehicle for a minute. Then we got in and he started the engine. It purred like a kitten. We sat there as he looked at the gauges.
“Why are they working?” I asked him, pointing at the dashboard.