Roxy headed down and opened the garage. She refused to think about the future. She would deal with it when it happened. Her father would cause problems but worrying about it would only stress her out. She refuse to give her father that kind of power. 

The morning was quiet. She worked on rebuilding an engine that an older man has brought in. It kept her mind busy. She loved complicated jobs. The harder she had to work to get the job done. She had little doubt she could get the engine working again. While it was old it wasn't badly damaged. Most of the parts she could rebuild or replace. It would take most of the day. Which was fine because she had only one other appointment 

Around noon she set the engine aside and stood up. She stretched.[color=blue]"Ready  for lunch?"[/color]