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  “If Roc wants to get out of here before nine, he won’t mind you helping me.”

  I rolled my eyes and slid past her into the shop. “You can argue with him over me helping you.” My eyes fell on Ronald, who was bent over the engine. “I’m sure ol’ Ronald is almost done, anyway. He even thinks it’s dumb for me to watch him.”

  Frankie clapped me on the shoulder. “Ronald is old. Ronald will not be doing this job two years from now. When Ronald races off into the sunset, you and I both know this job is as good as yours.”

  “Two years, Frank? I don’t wanna have to wait that long to do a job I can do right now.”

  We watched Ronald slowly stand up from the engine with his hand on his back. “I’m thinking you might just have to wait one season.” She laughed and headed to the other side of the garage.

  “Grain, you wanna come over here? I want you to make sure I got those nuts on tight enough,” Roland called.

  I sighed and hung my head. This is what I was getting paid for—tightening nuts. Not like I was making some grand salary, but I had hoped to be doing more than this.

  Patience.

  The only problem with being patient was, I wasn’t.

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