“Then stop asking me questions you already know the answers to,” Arthur said.

He got into his car and shut the door hard.

The engine turned over right away.

He backed out without looking at me again.

I watched his brake lights flash as he pulled onto Main Street.

At six that evening, I walked into the main equipment barn.

The air smelled like cold dust.

Joe the mechanic stood next to my green utility tractor holding a yellow flashlight.