"Goddamn it." Melissa sighed and grabbed the grocery bags from the passenger seat. David had left the music on again. She'd hated that car from the very first day he'd gotten it. He was always in the garage, blaring his music and tinkering with the giant heap of junk. She kicked the jack, causing the car to drop down instantly. That'll teach him. Thick, red transmission fluid now seeped out from under the car. Another thing he'll never get around to cleaning. David was sitting at the table when Melissa walked into the kitchen, the grease on his hands staining his sandwich as he read the paper and absently chewed. "Get everything you needed?" "Yes. I even got some of those fruit snacks that Jonathan likes. Where is he, anyway?" "Oh he's out in the garage looking at the car. He's only three and he already says he wants to be a mechanic some day. Just like his old man."