I lowered the window a little.
“You all right?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
He glanced toward the back of my car. “You got a spare?”
“Yes.”
“Pop the trunk.”
He changed the tire without asking anything else. Fast. Calm. Certain. Like he had done it more times than he could count. VehicleWheels & Tires
I stood nearby, arms wrapped around myself, watching his hands work.
When he finished, he wiped his palms on a rag and looked at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen.
Then he said, very gently, “Take care now, Margaret.”
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