Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

me. “How much do I owe you for the parts and the labor?”

Jack did not look at the envelope; he just picked up his grease gun and walked toward the back of the shop. “Arthur already took care of the ticket.”

“We keep our own ledger here,” Arthur said, setting his hand briefly on Tommy’s shoulder. “Your car is clear.”

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