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I
turned to follow Janine in the direction of the RV. She had already arrived and
was speaking with the man who she had called to from across the parking lot. He
wore a red checked flannel shirt that looked like he hadn't washed it in years,
and his modern-looking glasses slid down his nose as he explained to Janine that his
engine had overheated and that it looked like he was stranded in the parking lot
for the night.
Janine raised an eyebrow and looked under the hood, immediately commencing
tinkering with the workings of the engine. The man and I both peered over her
shoulder, trying to see what she was up to.
"You’re in my light," she said, and we moved out of the way. "Can you pass me a
screwdriver?"
"Hold on for a sec," The man said, walking over to a small red toolbox, where he
evidently kept a screwdriver. He passed her the tool, and a few moments later,
she was closing the hood of the RV.
"Try to start it," she ordered, smugly sticking her hands into her pockets after
wiping them off on her pants. He hopped into the driver’s seat and turned the
ignition switch. The engine started on the first try.
"Very impressive mechanical work going on there, and now it runs so quietly!" the
man said, still talking to Janine and ignoring me.
"A little trick I picked up dating a mechanic," she replied.
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