A Twenty-Dollar Bill Dropped Into the Dust Beside a Tennessee Highway
Dale’s shoulders loosened a little.
“Still burning oil on the hills.
Needs a new gasket.”
“Bring it by the house this weekend,” I said.
“We can put it up on blocks and take a look.
I’ve still got my old socket set.”
“I might just take you up on that,” Dale said.
“Beats paying dealership prices.”