Lyle sighed dramatically but gave no indication as to whether it was in boredom or annoyance. “I’ll go get my father.”
“No!” Randy’s hands flew up with enough speed to catch insects between chopsticks, had he been trying. “It’s okay. I’ll work it out.”
Lyle snorted. “Not on a long weekend, you won’t. We got one garage in town. And anyone who knows Spencer knows that the long weekend, in his opinion, starts days before the calendar says it does. You won’t see him in the shop today. You won’t see him at all until next Tuesday. Even then, after a bender like that, you aren’t gonna want him working on your truck until at least the day after.” He waited for his words to sink in, and then repeated his initial response. “I’ll get my dad.”
Randy kicked at the solid ground below his feet. He wat
