The Creeps were on their way back. Crapity-crap-crap-crap.
Gram stood at the passenger side. “He thought he was being smart.” She held up a set of spark plugs. “Not everyone has a Gram to watch over them, you know.” She faded into the light as she dropped them into my hands.
My brain muddled memories of how to put the darned things in.
They didn’t seem to notice I was driving. They caught the backend of the Impala. When Vinny hung his arm out the passenger window to wave, I sped off leaving a trail of black smoke. Something Max would do.
Believe it or not, my critters have more favorites. Which one is yours?