Apparently, Aunt Jeanine had known everything about me - starting from the day I was born, to what music I liked. And therefore, I did not find it surprising that she knew how much I hated garages.
"Listen Daniel-"
"It's Dani."
"Alright Dani, your mother has told me about your disliking to garages but, the only appropriate job for you right now is to help Anthony out with the local car fixation." Jeanine explained.
"How the hell am I supposed to help him? I don't know anything about mechanics."
Jeanine looked forward as the old front door creaked open and Anthony walked in, dust on his hair and lashes and a rip on his shirt.
"Things got a little hectic at the garage." He stated, rolling his eyes and taking a seat next to me on the kitchen counter.
"This is exactly why I do not like garages." I muttered, getting off of my seat, not wanting to be near the awfully smelling teenager.
Aunt Jeanine sighed and went back to cleaning the dishes, "Well, your mom gave me instructions to follow and that's that."
I looked at her, glaring. Seriously?
"She's working with me?" Anthony asked, he didn't seem all too pleased either.
"Yes, Anthony, she's working with you. You two can go now. I've got to clean the house."
Clean the house? More like the cottage. Their house was tiny yet comfy but I didn't fit in here - it wasn't what I was used to at all. And the design was old fashioned and...southern. Something I didn't like.
What I did like though, was the fact that were only six stairs to take till you can reach the second floor. Less exercise, woop woop.
"Be nice Daniela!" I heard Aunt Jeanine call out.
I groaned. Not only because she ceased to remember to call me Dani but also because of the truck Anthony was proudly showing off.
Out of nowhere, he let out a small laugh.
"Your name is Daniela?" He asked, a huge smile on his face.
I narrowed my eyes and gave him a small nod before getting in the passenger seat of his old, beat up truck.
"I'm assuming this is Marilyn, your baby?" I retorted.
"Very funny, Daniela. I didn't give it a name." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
Kaleva was a very small town. Very, very small. One of the smallest in Michigan, actually. And in the morning it seemed far too deserted to be called a town.
"How come you guys are lively at night but not in the morning?"
"Because most of us are at work in the morning. Unlike you, missy, we actually need to work hard to be able to get a nice dinner at night."
I nodded slowly, running a hand through my hair.
"You guys seem to be doing well financially, though."
"My brother and Jeanine can pay off, I need to make a living as well don't I?" Anthony pointed out, giving me a brief stare.
"Don't they pay for you?" I pondered, raising an eyebrow.
Anthony gave me an are-you-serious look and then started laughing.
"Where from Michigan are you again?"
"Warren..."
"Right." He said, shaking his head.
I sat there confused as he pulled in a parking space and got out of the car not bothering to give me a heads up. Annoyingly, I got out of the car as well and followed him into a small garage that had a big banner saying "Local Garage - Get Your Fix".
