Lo prometido es deuda: aquí lo tenéis. Tarde. Como todo xD Pero es que tengo tantos examensitos y tan pocas ganas de escribir ;__; Pero por fin está aquí, y la historia continúa ^-^
Nota: cuando el niño comete errores al hablar, soy consciente de ello, lo hago a propósito (aunque Sam lo corrigió tiempo ha, el niño ha pasado de ella).
8. Keep in touch
The man licked his lips while frenetically
moving the leg. To Sam, those were his principal actions, though apparently he
was also checking her car's engine. Suddenly he stood straight, got a notebook
from his rear pocket and wrote something in it with the pen he had been
holding. The movement made the rag hanging from his shoulder fall to the floor,
and he quickly recovered it with a distant expression.
'I will need quite a long time, ma'am,' the man
said, frowning slightly. 'I'm not even sure about how many pieces I must change,
but I would say at least two. Anyway, you can understand I can make you no
offers, just because you know the...' He silenced and gestured towards the boy.
'The kid.'
'Perfect, then. Can I ask if you're in a rush?
Because I'm sorry you'll have to wait. Or maybe use a taxi, or a bus.' Samantha
thought for a second before shaking her head. 'There's no problem. I was just
looking for something...' The man raised an eyebrow. 'But it can wait.'
'So, I
must thank you for trusting these hands. I can swear I'm the best mechanic in
this town. The others are either too expensive or too inexperienced. Yet I
won't ask how did you come to know about my... garage,' he added, glancing at
the boy disapprovingly. His indirect, pretty much direct question irritated
her. 'I still wonder if his mother will ever get to control him. He will soon
get in trouble.'
She quickly blurted out: 'I met him over the
seashore. I saw him alone, so I asked him to go home.'
The man smiled again. 'I'm sure you mean no
harm. At least, that's what I would expect. Otherwise, you would have already
done it.' He looked significantly at the boy one more time, until the kid complained:
'I wasn't doing nothing wrong! I just get too bored at home.'
'So that's a reason to get your mother scared
to death?'
The boy muttered something like "she
doesn't even care" and so the man scowled at him. Still, the kid didn't
seem to fear him: he didn't flinch, or anything of the sort. So the mechanic
simply sighed and changed the subject.
'In any case, it has been very nice to meat
you, Ms...?'
'Cardigan,' answered the woman. The man nodded
and raised his notebook and pen. 'My name is Jordan. So please, Ms. Cardigan,
give me your number so that we can keep in touch. If not, we shouldn't worry.
We can always let Jamey be in charge of that, ey?'