The bay doors were up and the air conditioning was set at sixty-eight.

“Your AC actually works,” he said.

“I fix them,” I said.

“Want a water?”

He took the bottle, drank half, and screwed the cap back on.

“My wife would leave me for a shop this cool.”

I laid the restraining order on the counter and set a socket wrench on the corner so the page wouldn’t curl up.

“Ray and I had words in his yard a week ago Friday,” I said.