“Don’t put that on yourself,” said James. “If I had handled my incarceration better, it might have been all right. I thought I’d do a couple of years and get bounced for good behavior. But prison, it even makes a clean man dirty. Those hard boys tried to take me for bad in there, and I felt I had to defend myself or die. One awful decision followed another, and when I came out I got mixed up with Baker again. I just made some real bad choices, I guess. Anyway, here I am. I can’t change those things now.”
“You’re talking like it’s over,” said Alex.
“Not all the way,” said James. “But I sure can see the finish line.”
“Before all this happened,” said Alex. “I’m sayin, when you were eighteen years old. Isn’t there something you wanted to accomplish up the road?”
“You mean, like a goal?” said James. “There were things I had my sights on. But there ain’t no point in talking about that now.”
“So you got all this information,” said Raymond. “What do you plan to do with it?”
“Nothing,” said Alex. “We’ve all suffered enough.”
A long-haired cat crossed through the shadows of the alley. James watched it as he drank off more of his beer.
“That’s it?” said Raymond.
“Not quite,” said Alex, turning to the big man in the chair. “You feel like going for a ride, James?”
“Where to?”
“I’ll show you when we get there.”
“A girl gonna jump out a birthday cake, somethin?”
“Better,” said Alex. “Come on.”
They stood in the empty space of the brick building off Piney Branch Road. Alex had turned on all the fluorescents inside and the spots out in the parking area. He was making comments and gesturing, talking more to James, letting James think on it, letting him see it.
“Here you go,” said Alex, removing the Craftsman measuring tape that he had clipped to his belt, handing it to James. “Check it out yourself. It’s wide enough to fit two cars with space for two guys to move around them and work.”
“Two guys?” said James, taking the tape and going to the left wall, limping a little as he made his way. Raymond followed him, then held the end of the tape to where the concrete floor met the cinder blocks, so that James could walk the tape to the right wall.
“Right,” said Alex. “You’re gonna need help. An apprentice, like. You can’t work on two cars at a time.”
“Okay,” said James to Raymond, after James had noted the width of the space. Raymond released the tape and joined his brother in the center of the room.
“We can install a couple of lifts,” said Alex. “Beef up the electric service. Get you updated on tools. Get one of those, what do you call that, diagnostic machines they hook up to cars now.”
“Like a computer, James,” said Raymond. “I’ve seen mechanics use laptops now.”
“I know what they do,” said James, rubbing at his cheek. “But I don’t know how to do all that stuff. All these rice burners out here, the German and Swedish cars, and I can’t work on’em. I don’t have the experience.”
“I’m going to send you to classes,” said Alex. “You need to quit Gavin’s and start preparing yourself. I’m transitioning myself out of the coffee shop, so there’s going to be six months, a year maybe, before we can open up. I’ll put you on a salary right away.”
“What kinda salary?”
“We’re gonna work it out,” said Alex. “Whatever the going rate is for mechanics. And, oh yeah, music. I plan to bring in satellite radio. There’s this station you’re gonna like, it’s called Soul Street. They play the good stuff you can’t hear on the regular radio anymore. Bobby Bennett’s the host.”
“The Mighty Burner?” said James, his eyebrows raised.
“Him,” said Alex.
“You don’t mind my asking,” said Raymond, “where is all the money coming from?”
“Don’t worry, I have it,” said Alex. “When my father died, he left me and my brother insurance money off a policy he had bought from a guy named Nick Kambanis. I put it in blue chips, like my dad would have done, and left it alone. My intention was to pass it on to my sons. Well, Gus was killed, and I just handed Johnny the business. So I’m going to draw from it for this.”
“You said before we can open up,” said Raymond. “What’s your role gonna be in all this?”
“I don’t know anything about cars,” said Alex. “But I know how to market and run a small business. That’s my specialty. I’m going to bring people through the front door, keep them coming back, and have them tell their friends, because of your good work, James, and because we’ll be providing good service. I’ll do flyers in the neighborhoods around here, place ads in the local papers to get us started, that kind of thing. My wife, Vicki, will be our accountant.”
“But what’s the arrangement going to be?” said Raymond. “Forgive me for looking the gift horse straight in the mouth, but I’m thinking about the welfare of my brother.”
“We’re gonna be partners,” said Alex. “You and me, James. I own the real estate; that’s always going to belong to me and my family. But after your salary, any profits will be split even, fifty-fifty. The equity in the business will be shared the same way.”
“You’re comin off thirty-some-odd years in that diner,” said Raymond.
“Why would you want to jump right back into something like this?” said James, completing his brother’s thought.
“Because that was never mine,” said Alex. “It was my father’s, and I never had his passion for it. It was only a vehicle to provide for my family. I’m ready to take control of this and make it happen.”
“Man does have fire,” said Raymond to James.
“Come outside with me,” said Alex.
Raymond and James exchanged a look before following Alex out into the lot lit by floodlamps in front of the building.
“We can stage cars out here,” said Alex. “The guy who had this space before enlarged this for customer parking. And I was thinking we’ll mount a basketball hoop up there. I always wanted one at my place of business.”
“Do I look like I can ball with this hip?” said James.
“You could if you did your exercises like I told you,” said Raymond.
“It’s way past that and you know it,” said James.
“You’re gonna have health insurance now,” said Alex. “Up the road, we get this thing going, maybe you can have that operation they do, to correct it.”
“Ain’t nobody gonna cut into my hip with a chain saw,” said James.
“A surgeon does that procedure,” said Raymond. “Not a landscape crew.”
“And look,” said Alex, hyped now, pointing to the space above the open bay door. “That’s where we’re going to mount the sign. I was thinking about the name of the business. You ready? Monroe the Mechanic.”
“Does have a ring to it,” said Raymond.
“That’s’cause it’s got the double M ’s,” said James. “That’s why it sings. It’s called alliteration, Ray.”
“I knew that,” said Raymond. “Why you always have to school me?”
“’Cause you’re stupid.”
“So what do you think?” said Alex.
James looked at the wall where the sign would be. He looked into the space through the bay door.
“I suppose you want a hug or something,” said James.
The lines around his scar deepened as Alex grinned.
“Me and James need to talk a little,” said Raymond, thanking Alex with a nod.
“Go right ahead,” said Alex.
He watched them walk back into the building. They stood in the fluorescent light, bantering, arguing, touching each other on the shoulders and arms as they made their points.
“Man’s got his head in the clouds,” said James with a smile.
He’s talking about me, thought Alex. John Pappas’s son.
The dreamer.
