“Correct. Brand new set of tires.” “How did you get it?” “Ordered a tow truck.” Several beats of silence pass as I revel in the feel of the cool air blowing against my face. It’s fucking sweltering today. The kind of day that ends in a killer storm. The kind of day that has heat waves rolling just above the asphalt of the roads. “I can’t afford this.” “You don’t need to,” I reply. “I told you I’d take care of it. And I did.”
