Part 3
Dracula always fascinated Bo. The intrigue. The mystery. The underlying tension caused her mind to race. She fell asleep with Dracula dancing through her dreams.
A lengthy stretch was followed by rolling over to check the time, 9 am on Saturday. This was the best nights sleep she’d had in a long time. The sun was shining brightly. She saw from her doorway, the large canopy that protected her last night from the rain. Through an open garage door, she thought she saw her car jacked up in the air.
A brief walk was all it took for her to be at the garage. That was her car; that she saw from her hotel door, jacked up. Black boots and jean clad legs was all she could see in the sea of auto parts. She didn’t want to make a noise, who ever this was might get hurt. So, she waited. It was only a minute before he ducked down and locked eyes with her. “Good morning. Sleep well?”
“Yes. What’s wrong with Teenzy?”
The look on his face was priceless and it caused her to laugh. “Oh, that’s the cars name.” He answered her question as he moved from under her car. “You need a new alternator. I can’t get one til Tuesday. Supply chain issues. Blah, blah.”
“Got ja.” She smiled.
“I feel really bad about this. There is a room above the shop. You can stay there for free if you’d like.”
“Did you blow up the train tracks?”
“What?!” He was shocked and appalled. She could tell by the tone of his voice. “No.”
“It’s not your responsibility to provide me with a place to sleep. I appreciate the offer.” She smiled.
He laughed. “breakfast?”
“Yes. What’s good in this town?”
“We have 2 diners. One for breakfast and one for dinner. Sue closes at 2:30 and Pat opens at 3.”
“So I guess you’re screwed if you get here at 2:35.”
All he did was raise an eyebrow. With the flick of his wrist, he threw the oily towel on top of a tool box. “Going to breakfast Jack. I’ll have Mini bring you a pancake platter.”
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Thanks for sharing this idea. Anita
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Thanks for reading.💕
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