บท 4: Chapter 4

“Maybe Katya can fix it,” she mumbled as they reached his vehicle.

“I bet she—oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

The outburst was not directed at Ken, but rather, the side of his car that had been facing the tornado. It was covered in dents, scratches, and dirt. There was even a rock lodged in the passenger side door. Luckily, apart from one of the mirrors, the glass and tires seemed fine. But he loved that Jeep. Immensely. It’d saved his life more times than he could count, and Dakota took great care of it. Now, the silver paint job was ruined, and if he didn’t take it to get fixed soon, the holes and scratches would rust. It would be a pain in the ass, to say the least.

His hand trembled as he begrudgingly pried open the driver’s side door and got in. Ken took a more dramatic route, jumping over the door and stopping only to dust the seat off. “I’ll clean it when we get back,” she offered, trying to improve his sour mood.