Uphill Battle by Alice Duke EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Alice Duke
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- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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“WHILE PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE — as all her work is — this particular
piece lacked the verve of her past interiors,” my cousin Jasmin reads before
pausing to sip on her cherry cola. “I think this one is a bit nicer, Ada.”
I huff loudly and try to uncurl my body from its current pretzel pose. If
that’s a yoga thing, then I so have it nailed, and if it’s not then maybe I need
a chiropractor. I’m trying to fit this headliner I made for a client’s Ford
Falcon and it’s being belligerent.
“Fit!” I demand. “Just fit!”
It’s gorgeous — seafoam green sparkle vinyl with tuck and roll seats
and a matching headliner. It’s not what I’d pick for the car, but it’s pretty
and bright and he’ll look like he wants to go surfing every day, which I
think is kind of his deal.
“Did you hear me?” Jasmin asks, tapping her high heel on the concrete
floor. She’s leaning over the workbench on one of my stools, glaring at her
phone. “I don’t think this is the hit piece you thought it would be.”
“They’re all hit pieces, Jasmin. All of them.”
Jasmin scoots off the stool and sticks out a hip in a pose she perfected in
middle school. She’s in design school and she loves to show off her figure
when she’s wearing clothes she made herself. She’s adorable, of course. She
always is. She looks perfect with our vintage shop highlighting all her color
and life.
My dad and I share a three-bay garage. It’s way too small for us, but it’s
been in the family since the time of his father and our family has been
building great hotrods since Pappy got back from the war in ’46. Every old
gas station sign and black and white picture pinned to the old tar-soaked
wood walls is from that era. So are most of the hand tools, and my dad
refuses to shift over to power impact drivers or drills, so that’s almost every
tool we have.
Thankfully, he didn’t give me that restriction on my sewing machine, or
he would have heard from me. I am not working a pedal-powered machine
just to keep the vintage feel of the shop — though I admit that I do wear the
cute vintage clothes Jasmin makes me because they look “hot rod” and right
now the fitted red pedal-pushers and my black leather spaghetti-strap top
are her adorable designs.
“I still don’t get why he hates you,” Jasmin says with a magnificent
pout. No one can pout like Jasmin.
“He hassles her because she’s a capable woman,” my Pops says from
down in the pit.
He’s working on a roadster’s exhaust system. Been at it all morning. My
Pops is in his sixties, lanky and a bit worn-looking. Probably because he’s
been raising me as a single dad since my mom died in childbirth.
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