“You’ll sweep floors, clean tools, organize parts.” I said as he nodded along.
“I can do that.” He siad.
“And if you survive without blowing anything up, I’ll let you touch an engine.” I said and he grinned.
“Deal.” He said.
By lunchtime I was already questioning my decision.
“Ben.” I said.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“Where’ the thirteen millimeter socket?” I asked and he looked around.
“I had it.” He said.
“I know.” I said.
“I weas using it.” He said.
“I know.” I frowned.
“I’ve…misplaced it.” He said and I pointed toward the engine.
“It won’t have wandered off on its own.” I said.
Five minutes later we found it sitting inside the air filter housing and Ben rubbed the back of his neck.
“I don’t know how that happened.” He said.
“I do.” I said.
“How?” He asked.
