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“I don’t know.” Trey laughs and slaps him on the shoulder. “I think I’m just really overtired or something. I really shouldn’t be giving you any shit.”
“Not when I’m the one savin’ your ass.” He narrows his eyes. “I’d hate to see you wake up dead.”
“Okay boys, lets get your stuff loaded in the car,” Dad suggests, reaching for a couple of my bags. “Ya’ll got better things to do than sit around bickering.”
“They’re just messing around,” I assure him. “These guys all have a pretty good sense of humor. Where’s your truck?”
“At home. Why?” He shoots me a curious look.
“Well, Trey said you brought an extra vehicle for us to run errands with,” I reply, glancing back at Trey.
“Yeah, but I figured you’d rather have a car than my old truck,” he replies, nodding his head toward the hangar. “I dropped it off last night, so they let me park it inside.”
While the guys stop at the limo to load the bags, I continue on into the hangar. My jaw nearly hits the floor when I turn the corner and see a shiny black sixty-five Mustang GT convertible. It is absolutely perfect with flawless black paint, shiny chrome and sparkling chrome wheels. Walking around the car, I can see that it’s just like Mom’s but this one literally looks like new.
“Where did this come from?” I ask Trey as he strolls into the building. “It’s just like the one Mom had, I think it’s even a K-code.”
“It is the one your Mom had,” he replies with a grin. “I bought it from your sister the day after we went back to the city.”
“But this one looks like new and there is no dent in the fender.” I run my hand along the perfectly polished front right fender. I turn to him nearly speechless, looking for an explanation.
“I had your dad drop it off at the body shop for a couple days. It looks like they did a great job on it,” he replies, walking around the car. “It’s amazing what a good buffing and a some clear coat will do for an old car.”
“Darla let you have it?” I ask, my mind still reeling in shock.
“She and Bill just needed the money, they weren’t all that interested in the actual car,” he explains. “I talked to a classic car dealer in New York and he thought it would be worth about fifty grand, so that’s what I offered. She took it on the spot.”
“Fifty grand? I wouldn’t have paid a nickel over thirty-five,” I tell him. “No wonder she let you have it without a fight. How much more did you put into it?”
“Only five,” he says, sliding his hand behind my head and pulling me in for a kiss. “It’s no big deal, I just wanted you to have the car. Now lets go for a ride.”
Trey
Seeing the look on Mandy’s face when she realized that it was actually her Mom’s old Mustang was worth every penny I spent on it. I know how much she loves driving it, so I was determined to get it back for her. I’m glad Darla and Bill didn’t really want the car after all.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she says, turning the key and starting the engine. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to drive this old thing.” She slips it in gear and drops the clutch causing the tires squawk just a bit.
“You drive careful now,” Ray tells her as we glide to a stop next to him. “Your mother’s urn is in the trunk, so you can spread her ashes if you want.”
“You don’t want to do it with me?” she asks with a disconcerted look.
“No. You and her shared a love for that place, so you go ahead,” he replies giving her a pat on the arm. “Come back to the house afterwards and we’ll have some dinner.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she replies with a pensive smile as she slowly lets out the clutch and we begin to roll smoothly down the road toward the highway.
“I’m glad to see you know how to properly let out a clutch,” I tease her in an attempt to lighten the moment.
“Hmm,” is her only response as she turns onto the highway and hammers through the first three gears. “You have to admit, that’s a lot more fun!” She winks and flashes me her beautiful smile.
“Hopefully that urn isn’t flying around back there,” I laugh, reminding her to be a little careful.
“Oh, Mom would probably like to have a little of her riding around in this thing too,” she replies with a reflective smile. “After all, she’s the one who taught me to drive like that.” I can picture the two of them flying down the highway with their hair blowing in the wind.
