“ If you want, ” Betty said, cheerfully, cast over her shoulder like the grease-rag between her hands. Her hands were busy tying back her hair tighter, with less of a risk of a lock or so falling into her eyes while she was working. It didn’t really matter to her whether she was alone or not. Company was WELCOME, but it came with the warning that when she was under the hood, or buried beneath the car, with an organ-system of wire paneling before her, everything sort of just… fell away and became background noise, blurry like the camera of her life was focused on nothing but the engine before.
A poetic way of saying she’d make a poor conversationalist.
She slid back onto the sliding board her dad had made her for her fourteenth birthday; an unconventional but well-loved gift. It was slightly janky, with split-seams in the foam, but it did its job well; loyal like a Cooper, and tenacious. It creaked and whined, but worked all the same, holding Betty steady beneath the circuitry.
“ So… ” she called out, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the darkness underneath. Her mini-flashlight came on with a flicker. She smiled; LET THERE BE LIGHT! “ What do you wanna talk about? ”
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