I try to remind myself that Lily isn’t my problem—how I made sure she would never become one either—but then I remember the state of her testing dipstick, worn tires, and serpentine belt, which looks one rotation away from breaking. Given her stubbornness and general dislike toward me, I don’t trust Lily to follow up with most of the concerns I noted, so I’ll take it upon myself to make sure her car gets the full workup. If the Lopez cousins get pissed off about it, even better.
