![]() ![]() I find it a refuge from the chaos my life has been lately: no one is likely to die if I can't fix his car. It's a life full of frustration and barked knuckles, followed by brief moments of triumph that make all the rest worthwhile. I love being a mechanic, runny nose, greasy hands, and all. Runny noses are part and parcel of working in the winter. I sniffed and dried my nose on the shoulder of my work overalls. "One more time," I told Gabriel, my seventeen-year-old office manager, who was sitting in the driver's seat of his mother's Buick. I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires - outmatched is an understatement. ![]() ![]() I felt a lot of sympathy for it since fighting outside my weight class was something I was intimately familiar with. THE STARTER COMPLAINED AS IT TURNED OVER THE old Buick's heavy engine. ![]()
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