chapter 9

I hate this feeling, I know I'm right, but I'm spurred on by guilt. What are the mixed signals of my conscience? The fact that the wolf did not leave his post all night, I felt on the edge of a sleepy consciousness, and in the morning the reproach in the eyes of Mira and Aunt Sarah confirmed my fears.

Mira told me the bad news, Honda in its former state will never again travel on the roads. Either buy new expensive parts, or sell Honda itself for parts, which will be much more profitable. Maybe more profitable, but getting out of here will be much more difficult.

But Mira was pleased with the wound on her hand, and, however, she took on a healthier look. At least one less problem, gangrene no longer threatens me. Now I need to deal with the car, there was not much choice, so after breakfast I went to the workshop. It was snowing outside, but there was no wind. I barely restrained myself from running to Bruce's house. The workshop, a little larger than a garage, was next to his house,