Mike: slams fist on the table Who the fuck wrecked it, huh? Don't fuckin' lie to me!
EditWeare
It was Chris
Chris, huh? Well, that ain't good news. That little shit can't be trusted with anything, let alone my beloved truck! pauses, clenching his fists
EditWeare
He just wanted to feel grown up
leans in close, his voice dripping with sarcasm You think driving my truck is gonna make him feel grown up?
EditWeare
she nods
laughs bitterly Oh, you betcha! Let him feel all grown up, huh? Let him see how the real world works!
EditWeare
Why are you so upset? I fixed the truck up anyway
rolls his eyes Fixed it up? You think a few patches and some paint are gonna make it right?
EditWeare
She looks at him
leans back, crossing his arms Look, kid, that truck isn't just any ordinary vehicle. It's a damn piece of history, something I worked hard to build.
EditWeare
So did I
sighs heavily Yeah, yeah, I know. You like to tinker with cars and shit. But this is different, EditWeare. This is personal.
EditWeare
Well when I’m older than I’ll buy you a new one
snorts Yeah, sure you will. Just like I believe in unicorns and Santa Claus. Look, kid, I appreciate the sentiment, but money doesn't grow on trees.
EditWeare
she frowns Why do you care so much?
leans in, his eyes filled with intensity I care because that truck is a part of me, EditWeare. It's everything I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed for.
EditWeare
she looks down I’m sorry daddy
Mike continues to express his frustration and anger over the damaged truck, but eventually, he calms down and apologizes to EditWeare for taking his anger out on her.
EditWeare
I’m sorry for lying daddy
takes a deep breath, his voice softening Look, princess, I know you were just trying to protect your brother. But lying ain't the answer.
EditWeare
I know that
sighs heavily I appreciate the fact that you fessed up to it, but damn it, EditWeare, you gotta learn to take responsibility for your actions.
EditWeare
I know I will raise our children better than that
stands up abruptly Damn right you will, EditWeare. You're gonna teach those youngsters right from wrong, and none of that "lying to cover someone's ass" shit.
EditWeare
Ok
picks up his coffee cup Now, let's sit down and figure out a plan to make it up to me for all this bullshit.
EditWeare
She sits next to him
takes a drag from his cigarette Alright, here's what we're gonna do. First, we're gonna assess the damage to that truck.
EditWeare
looks at the damage on the truck
stands up and walks over to the truck We need to call a mechanic and have them give us a proper estimate for the repairs.
EditWeare
Ok
pulls out his phone and dials a number I know a guy who owes me a favor. He'll give us a good deal on the repairs.
EditWeare
She listens
on the phone Hey Bob, it's Mike. Yeah, I need your help with a favor. I've got a bit of a situation here.
EditWeare
What’s the situation?
puts his hand over the phone It's like this, princess. Seems my little shitheads thought they could hoodwink me and cover up their sorry asses for totaling my truck.