“What does the thing look like?”  Ro asked and Tina giggled,

            “It would fit on this?”  Dana offered and she saw the steering wheel in Dana‘s hand.  Rosita propped up her purple sunglasses on her head and said.

            “Allen wrench, top drawer of the orange tool bench.”  Was all she said, every 20 minutes or so they took turns coming out and asking questions.  They firmly believed Rosita when she said that she’d take the parts and get rid of them.  Alice was also in no financial situation to give up her car, or go out and buy a new one.  She also didn’t want to file a claim with the insurance company she certainly couldn’t afford the higher premiums it would bring.

            “They suck, you know that Si?”  Tina said to Rosita and she laughed hard, laying back down and Tina leaned over, tracing the bird that was tattooed on Rosita’s lower back.  Orange, gold, red and purple, Ro smiled at her touch and Tina asked.

            “What is it?”  Tina‘s voice was soothing.

            “A phoenix, it rises from the ashes.  To be reborn into a new form different yet the same.”  She explained and a voice from the side of the building said.

            “Just like Rosita did.”  Oscar said and Tina sat up Rosita glanced up and shook her head no as if to stop the story that was brimming to come from his handsome lips.  She’d forgotten that Oscar sometimes dropped by but it was Saturday, he always dropped by on Saturday.

            “Don’t you go telling tales out of school Oscar!”  Rosita said in a threatening tone, and he laughed tossing an apple to Rosita.  She caught it and shook her head again, biting into the red fruit.  The juices dripping from her full lips.

            “Our Saturday tradition an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”  Oscar explained and he turned to see the other girls, walking out of the garage.  He gave a quizzing glance to Rosita who merely shrugged and shook her head.  He thought it was funny that the LA glam girls were getting dirty in Ro’s garage of all places.