sheâd hit her teens and become ashamed of her family.
Did her dad still use any of the stuff in his shed? Or had he lost the skills required to fix things along with his driving ability? It certainly didnât look like heâd disturbed any of his tools in a long time.
âSee?â
Startled, she dragged her mind back to the present and her dadâs car. âSee what?â
He was sitting in the driving seat. âNow that Iâve reconnected the battery the lights have started flashing again in here, see? The whole wiring systemâs gone bonkers.â
She ducked her head into the car. âWhat? Do you mean the hazards?â
âHmm?â He gave her a blank look.
âDid you switch the hazard lights on?â
He shook his head. âNever touched âem. What are they when theyâre at home?â
Saving her breath, she straightened and looked at the front of the car. Sure enough the hazard lights were flashing. She reached into the car, past her dad, and pushed the big button on the dashboard with the triangle symbol. The lights stopped flashing.
âWell, Iâll beââ Her dad scratched his head with the screwdriver that was still in his hand. âHow did you do that?â
âAll I did was switch off the hazard lights, Dad.â
He stuck out his chin. âBut who put them on?â
âYou must have done.â
âI told you I didnât. Iâve never had that happen before in the whole time Iâve beendriving.â
That couldnât be true. He must have forgotten about hazard lights And yet he knew enough about the carâs electronics to connect the battery. His memory was like a piece of Swiss cheese â random holes appearing with no pattern to them. Weird.
âMaybe you knocked the switch without realising?â
âIâm not stupid. I would have noticed if Iâd knocked it.â
âWell anyway, I think youâd better phone the mechanic and tell him not to bother coming out. Say youâve fixed the problem yourself.â
He grunted. âYou call him for me, will you? On that mobile thin gummy you like so much.â
Her father had never trusted mobile phones and still refused to have one. Her mother did at least own one; she just forgot to take it with her when she went out. It spent its life in the kitchen drawer, more of a static than a mobile.
âIs there something wrong with the house phone?â
âYes, there blooming well is. Itâs inside the house.â
She emerged from the garage, blinking at the sudden brightness. She took out her mobile and keyed in Garyâs number as she approached the house. When she stepped up onto the porch she heard her mother belting out an Irish ballad, a sure sign that she was mad at her husband for something. At least it wasnât âDanny Boyâ. She saved that for the worst offences.
Nicola looked at her dad. âWhat have you done to upset her?â
âNothing.â His response was too quick.
âDad, you know sheâs going to tell me as soon as I go in. You might as well give me your side first.â
With a shrug, he said, âI donât know why sheâs making such a fuss about it. I only told her I was going to get a wig.â
âA wig? For you?â
âWell, of course itâs for me. Who else would you think Iâd be getting it for, the budgie?â
Her dad had become a cross-dresser now? Really, she shouldnât be surprised. Mortified, yes, but not surprised. âWhat ⦠what colour? Is it blonde?â
âBlonde?â He blinked at her. âOf course not. Itâs the same colour as the rest of my hair.â
âOh! You mean a toupee ?â
âWhat did you think I was talking about?â
âNothing,â she said, shaking her head. Well, that was a relief anyway. Gary answered his phone, and she passed on the news that he was no longer needed. She was
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