'Look, it's already six-thirty and I gotta start my shift early tonight, as if my day hasn't been bad enough. So I guess we'd better get this leak taken care of,' Bubba said as an Escort drove up and parked outside the shop.
'I'm going as fast as I can,' Muskrat said.
He peeled the Jeep's headliner and its cardboard away from the ceiling and examined the rubbery black polyurethane in the pitch well.
'Least you didn't try to fix this one yourself,' Muskrat observed.
'Didn't have time,' Bubba said.
'Good thing, since you're always screwing up things worse,' Muskrat said candidly.
They did not see the clean-cut kid walk in until he was so close he startled them.
'Hi,' the kid said. 'Didn't mean to scare you.'
'Don't go sneaking up on people like that, son,' Muskrat said.
'I got a stuck window,' the kid told him.
'Well, you just stand on back and hold your horses,' Muskrat said. 'I'll get with you as soon as I wind up here.'
Bubba hadn't finished arguing yet.
'I did my own pigtail wiring on my trailer hitch,' he said.
'And you got the turn signal lights backwards,' Muskrat countered.
'So what, big deal.'
'Well, I'll remind you of a big deal. Remember the serpentine belt?' Muskrat talked on.
The directions weren't clear,' Bubba answered.
'Well, you fought it out with that one for five hours and still put it on wrong-ribbed against smooth instead of ribbed against ribbed and smooth against smooth, and next thing you've lost the alternator, power steering, water pump. You're just lucky you didn't lock up the engine and have to get a new one. Bubba, you can start spraying.'
'Excuse me?' the kid said politely. 'You know how long you'll be?'
'You'll have to hold off for just a minute,' Muskrat told him.
Bubba worked the Windex bottle along the top of the windshield, spraying water near the rearview mirror while Muskrat blasted compressed air at the seal from the inside.
'Before that,' Muskrat picked up where he'd left off, 'you replaced the mercury switch in the trunk and did that wrong, too. So the trunk light stayed on all the time and your battery kept going dead. Before that it was replacing your brakes and putting the pad in backwards, and the time before that, you left out the antirattle spring, the horseshoe clip in the emergency brake, and the lever fell into the drum.'
Bubba winked at the kid as if to imply that Muskrat was exaggerating. Muskrat walked over to a workbench, where the heater box was warming up several tubes of SikaTack Ultrafast polyurethane. He picked up a caulking gun and dropped a tube inside it.
'Remember the time you forgot the cotter pin and the tire rod fell off and both wheels went out spread-eagle?' Muskrat kept on.
'He can tell a story,' Bubba said to the kid.
Water trickled down the inside of the glass. Muskrat ran a thick bead of black polyurethane, licking his finger and pressing it flat. He stepped out of the car and ran a thin bead on the outside of the glass.
'We need to wait about fifteen minutes to test it again,' he said. 'Truth is, none of the seals in this thing are tight. Bet you get a lot of wind noise.'
Bubba wasn't going to admit it. Muskrat walked over to the solvent bin and dipped his hands in the murky fluid.
'What'cha need?' Muskrat finally said to the kid.
'My left rear power window won't work.' The young man was courteous, but his eyes were hard.
'The motor's probably gone bad,' volunteered Bubba the ace mechanic. 'But you're gonna have to wait. I was here first.'
'We got a few minutes,' Muskrat told Bubba. 'Let me go on and take care of him.'
Muskrat dried his hands and walked outside to the Escort. He opened the back door and popped the panel off as the young man scanned his surroundings.
'Bubba, how 'bout bringing me the wire strippers,' Muskrat said. 'You're lucky,' he told his young customer. 'It ain't the switch or the motor. You got a broke wire between the door and the jamb. All I gotta do is splice it. What's your name, by the way?'
'Smoke.'
'Now that's a new one,' Muskrat commented.
'What everybody calls me.' Smoke shrugged. 'Hope you get your problem taken care of,' he then said to Bubba. 'I'm new around here. People seem really nice.'
'It's the South,' Bubba bragged.
'I guess you're from here.'
'Couldn't be from anyplace else. In fact, I'm even more southern than I used to be.'
'How so?' Smoke asked with a smile that might have been interpreted as a faint sneer had Bubba paid attention.
'Born on Northside and moved to Southside.'
'Oh yeah? Where 'bouts?'
'Forest Hills. Over on Clarence,' said Bubba, who was flattered by the boy's interest and his respectful way of addressing him. 'Can't miss my house. The one with the coon dog in the pen. Half Shell. She barks nonstop and wouldn't hurt a flea.'
'Not much of a watchdog if she barks all the time,' Smoke said.
'You got that right.'
'You hunt with her?'
'Big into that,' Bubba said.
'Seems all us southern guys are big on guns.'
'You bet.'
Muskrat twisted the wires he'd stripped and was done.
'When I was your age,' Bubba said to Smoke, 'I started fixing things like this myself.'
'I'm not very mechanically inclined,' Smoke said.
'You can work on it, son.' Bubba beamed. 'Go out and get the proper tools, some books, and it's trial and error. Same with things around the house. You build your own deck and fix your own roof - hell, just the other day I bought a new garage door at Sears. Installed it myself 'No kidding,' Smoke said. 'Remote control and all?'
'You bet. Gives satisfaction money can't buy,' Bubba said.
'You must have quite a shop,' Smoke said.
'Had to add an addition to the garage. Everything from grove joint pliers to a DeVilbiss air compressor rated at 7.6 CFM at 40 PSI and 5.6 CFM at 90 to diagnostic tools like a Sunpro Sensor Probe so you can test manifold absolute pressure, mass air flow and vane air flow sensors.'
'Don't need shit like that, and neither do you, Bubba,' Muskrat let him know. 'At least I know how to use what I got.'
Muskrat replaced the door panel and got up. He climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine and tested the window. It hummed up.
'Smooth as silk,' he announced proudly, wiping his hands on his pants.
'Gee, thanks,' Smoke said. 'How much do I owe you?'
'The first time's on the house,' Muskrat said.
'Gee. Thanks a lot,' Smoke said.
'Hey, the Gun and Knife Show's coming in two weeks,'
Bubba suddenly remembered. 'Looking for a couple after-market clips, twenty rounds, for my new 92FS M9 Special Edition, finest military handgun in the world. Now that I gotta show you, Muskrat. Comes with pistol belt and holster, magazine pouch. Same thing used in Just Cause, Desert Storm, Desert Shield, Restore Hope, Joint Guard.'
'Do tell,' said Muskrat.
'I'm debating if I should've got the presentation case. Walnut, etched glass cover. And the walnut grips,' Bubba agonized.
'Wouldn't be as practical if you ever plan to shoot it.'
'I sure as hell do. Winchester 115-gram Silvertip high-power." 'How come you ain't in school?' Muskrat asked Smoke.
'Free period. In fact, I gotta get back.'
Muskrat waited until Smoke was in his car, driving off.
'You notice that boy's eyes?' Muskrat said. 'Looked like he'd been drinking.'
'As if you and I didn't at that age,' Bubba said. 'So what d'ya think? This urethane hard enough yet?'
'Should be. But don't get your hopes up.'
They used the air hose and spray bottle again. The leak was still there. Muskrat took his time studying the problem until he'd figured it out.