“We don’t have those brake pads in stock, but I can send Dave over to Riddle’s Parts to get ‘em. You want to leave it? Come back after lunch?”
“It’s fine,” she said, “I can wait.”
Dave returned twenty minutes later, a white and blue parts box under his arm and freshly made house key in his back pocket.
Wendy awoke in the night when Dave’s knee bumped the nightstand, its leg scraping across her bedroom floor.