“You know how it is.”

I didn’t know how it was.

My Buick had a crack in the dashboard and a radio that only picked up AM.

Marcus walked me toward the garage door.

“Don’t park behind the sedan when you leave,” he said.

“The sensors are sensitive.”

“Noted.”

Sophia appeared under the half-open garage door with a stuffed rabbit hanging by its left ear.

She wore a blue dress and socks with no shoes.

“Uncle Michael,” she whispered.

“Don’t sit in my chair.”

Marcus checked his watch.

“Sophia.

Inside.”