Savage Lover by Sophie Lark EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Sophie Lark
- Language: English
- Genre: Organized Crime Thrillers
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CAMILLE RIVERA
I’ve been stuck under this Silverado for three hours now. I’m taking
out the transmission, one of my absolute least-favorite tasks. It’s
tricky, heavy, messy, and just an all-around bitch of a job. And that’s
under normal conditions. I’m doing it on the hottest day of the summer so
far.
Our shop doesn’t have air conditioning. I’m drenched in sweat, which
makes my hands slippery. Plus, ON just came on the radio for the third time
in a row, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.
I’ve finally got all the bolts out and the cross member out of the way.
I’m ready to slide out the transmission. I’ve got to be careful to do it
smoothly, so I don’t damage the clutch or the torque converter.
This transmission weighs 146 pounds now that I’ve drained the fluids
out. I’ve got a jack to help support it, but I still wish my dad were around to
help. He crashed right after dinner tonight. He’s been exhausted lately,
barely able to keep his eyes open to shovel down a plate of spaghetti.
I told him to go to bed and I’d take care of it.
I ease the transmission down on the jack, then wheel it out from under
the truck. Then I gather up all the nuts and bolts and put them in labeled
baggies, so I don’t lose anything important.
That was the first thing my dad taught me in car repair—be organized
and be meticulous.
“These are complicated machines. You’ve got to be like a machine
yourself. There’s no room for mistakes.”
Once I’ve got the transmission out, I decide to grab a soda to celebrate.
We may not have A/C, but at least the fridge is always cold.
My father owns a repair shop on Wells Street. We live above it, in a
little two-bedroom apartment. It’s just me, my dad, and my little brother
Vic.
I head upstairs, wiping my hands off on a rag. I’ve got my coveralls
stripped down to the waist, and my undershirt is soaked through with sweat.
It’s also stained with every kind of fluid that comes out of a car, plus just
plain dirty. It’s dusty in the shop.
My hands are filthy in a way that would require about two hours and a
steel brush to get clean. There’s oil embedded in every crack and line of my
skin, and my fingernails are permanently stained black. Wiping my hands
removes a little of the mess, but I still leave fingerprints on the fridge when
I pull the door open.
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