The Mechanic
The light on the dashboard wouldn’t go out, its presence a sour reminder of how knackered her old Fiesta was. She’d asked a couple of male friends what it was, and the answers weren’t encouraging. “Get it to the garage Faith,” they said. “It might be something and nothing, a valve sticking, but it might be something serious.”And so it was, after work on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, Faith came to drive onto the forecourt of the garage. The mechanic was called Derek, and he was an old friend of...