"Are they here?" I examined the girls at the ocean's edge, wondering if I would recognize them now.
"No." Squaw shook his head furiously. "Rachel got a scholarship to Washington State but met someone and got married, and Rebecca married a Samoan surfer—she lives in Hawaii now."
"Married. Wow." I was stunned. The twins were only a little over a year older than I was. Maybe it was time I got married...
"So how do you like the truck?" he asked.
"I love it. It runs great."
"Yeah, but it's really slow," he laughed. "I was so relieved when Charlie bought it. My dad wouldn't let me work on building another car when we had a perfectly good vehicle right there."
"It's not that slow," I denied, vehemently.
"Have you tried to go over sixty?" He grabbed an invisible steering wheel and stomped on an invisible accelerator, raspberrying his lips to imitate a farting engine.
"No," I admitted, wishing he would stop.
"Good. Don't." He grinned.
I couldn't help grinning back. "It does great in a collision," I said, struggling to find something to say about the shitty truck he sold me.
"I don't think a tank could take out that old monster," he agreed with another laugh. He sure seemed to like laughing.
"So you build cars?" Why do I always get trapped in these kinds of conversations?
"When I have the free time, and parts. Me and my dad, before he lost his legs... " It looked like he was winding up for a long one, and I was thankful. It gave me time to worry about Fredward, if he was okay in the woods, whether I should try to find him, if love was really a two-way street or if it was one-way but had two lanes. Squaw continued. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?" he finished jokingly.
"Sorry!" I laughed hard, trying to make it seem like I had been paying attention to his blue collar humor. "I haven't seen any lately, but I'll keep my eyes open for you." As if I knew what that was. He was very easy to talk with.

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