Maya

The following Thursday I have my summer class, and Richard lets me use his truck. He’s been catching a ride with Ryan to and from work all week, so I have a reliable vehicle to get around, and he even mentioned buying another car for himself under the guise that he should have something nicer for ‘going out’, but I know it’s just his excuse to get me in something better than the VW.

I refused. He almost has my car running, so I’ll make do with however much longer that will last and cross that bridge when I come to it again.

I pull up alongside the curb and park the truck out of the way, seeing Ryan and Richard in the driveway, working on my car. Actually, Richard is working on it, and Ryan is camped out in a nearby lawn chair with a beer in his…