"It'll be fun, they said…" she muttered under her breath, staring at the smoking car engine.
Charlie was standing a few yards away, looking down the road. Everything around was mud from the recent rains.
Sibby glared, then looked back at the engine. "Don't worry about us, they said, go have fun with that boy…"
Charlie walked back over. "How does it look?"
"Just about hopeless," she told him. "See?"
"There's a lot of smoke," he said, stating the obvious.
"You said this is your car," she reminded him.
"Yes, it is. So?"
She pulled out the dry oil gauge.