They watched calmly as Duke climbed in on the driver's side, setting the plastic bag of his wet clothes on the seat between us. They watched as Duke tried to start the truck. They watched as he tried to start the truck again. They watched as he tried to start the truck one more time, confusion etched on his face. They watched as Duke yanked open the door and popped open the hood, jiggling some things around before hopping inside and trying again. And again. “Looks like yer truck’s not starting,” Bart commented, taking a bite out of his ice cream bar.
I smell sabotage. Bart probably did it while they were at the pond.
