He was fully dressed. His day had already begun. He was keeping his flashlight low, and so were Shorty and Patty, all three beams acting polite, trying to illuminate, but not dazzle.
They waited.
Mark arrived.
He said, “This is the most amazing coincidence.”
Along with the flashlight he was carrying a blank sheet of paper and a pencil.
Patty said, “Is it?”
“I’m sorry, I should have asked, is everything OK?”
“We’re fine.”
“Just out for a walk?”
“Why is it a coincidence?”
“Because literally at this very moment I have the mechanic on the phone. He starts work at five, to be ready for rush hour. This morning he woke up with a sudden thought. He remembered we had mentioned you drove down from Canada. He realizes at the time he instinctively assumed you were Americans returning home. Then this morning he realized it was equally likely you were Canadians visiting the other way around. In which case you would have a Canadian-spec car. In which case you would have the mandatory winter package, which back then was a different heater and no AC. In which case his diagnosis was wrong. That’s a U.S.-spec problem. In Canada it’s the starter motor relay that fries. He needs to know which part to pick up at the scrapyard. He’s heading there now. He literally just sent me out to get the ID number off your windshield.”
He held up the paper and pencil, as if in proof.
Then he said, “But obviously it will be a lot quicker for all concerned if you come in and answer his questions yourselves.”
He mimed the relative distances by chopping his palms closer together and further apart, first showing the long way still to go to the Honda, plus the even longer way back again, versus a short sharp one-way trip from where they were standing to the phone in the house. A dramatic difference. Impeccable logic. Shorty looked at Patty. She looked at him. All kinds of questions.
Mark said, “We could make a pot of coffee. We could ask the guy to call us back when he’s actually got the part he needs in his hot little hand. And then again, when he’s actually in his truck and on his way to you. I want you to hear it from the horse’s mouth. I feel at this point a little reassurance is in order. I feel that’s the least we can do. You folks have been messed around enough already.”
He held out his hand, in a courtly after-you gesture.
Patty and Shorty walked toward the house. Mark walked with them. All three flashlight beams bounced along in the same direction. At the end Mark sped up and then waited at the kitchen door, ushering them in. He flicked on a light and pointed ahead to the inner hallway, where the dead phone had been demonstrated at lunch the day before. Now the receiver was lying tethered by its cord on the seat of a chair. On hold, the old-fashioned way.
Mark said, “His name is Carol. Probably spelled different. He’s from Macedonia.”
He held out his hand, toward the phone, in a courtly help-yourself gesture.
Patty picked up the receiver. She put it to her ear. She heard a kind of spacy noise. A cell connection somewhere, doing its best.
She said, “Carol?”
A voice said, “Mark?”
“No, my name is Patty Sundstrom. My boyfriend and I own the Honda.”
“Oh man, I didn’t mean for Mark to wake you guys up. That isn’t polite.”
The voice had an accent that sounded like wherever it came from deserved a name like Macedonia. Eastern Europe, she thought. Or Central. Somewhere between Greece and Russia. The kind of guy who should shave twice a day but didn’t. Like a sinister bad guy in the movies. Except his voice was friendly. Light in tone. Helpful, and full of concern. Full of energy, too, first thing in the morning.
She said, “We were awake anyway.”
“Were you?”
“We were taking a walk, as a matter of fact.”
“Why?”
“Something else woke us up, I suppose.”
“Listening to your voice I’m guessing you’re Canadian.”
“So is our car.”
“Yeah,” the voice said. “I made an assumption and thereby nearly made a mistake. I learned my trade in the old Yugoslav army. Like armies everywhere they taught us assuming things made an ass out of you and me. This time it’s all me, I’m afraid. I apologize. But let’s be certain. Have you ever had cause to change out the heater hoses?”