Bobby and Brianna sat at the table, him pouring over a book of monsters and her reading down the manual for the Camaro in the yard.
She readed between the pair for a drink.
"Put it back." Bobby grumbled as she picked uphis beer instead of her soda.
She set the bottle back down. "What're you hunting for this time?"
The man looked up from his research, "Not sure yet, Rufus called last night with some facts."
She nodded, picking up her pencil and jotting down notes.
"Figure out what's wrong with the car?"
She shook her head, getting up and going to the fridge. "I think its the ignition switch, but it could be the wiring."
"Need to go into town?"
She sat back down with some leftover fries. "I can pull them off of that blue truck in the yard."
"Need help?"
"I shouldn't, unless I have to dig around in the dash for the wiring. I'll let you know if I need help."
He nodded but she was already face down in her book. "There are kids up the road, you could take your bike and go meet them."
She shrugged, "I see them at school, they think I'm wierd."
He looked up at her. "What for?"
"They started calling me 'Brian' because I always have grease and oil on me. The girls all say it's a boys job to work on cars and the boys say I'm a girl and they don't want to play with me."
Bobby nodded. "They won't be that way forever." He glanced at the shotgun behind the door. "Just give them time, you'll have friends soon."
"Unless I move back in with Mom."
"Do you want to move back in with your mother?"
She shrugged. "Could I take the Camaro?"
"Sure, so long as you don't let your mother drive it."
"Or her boyfriends?" The girl clarified.
"Yeah, not them."