“Do you feed us lunch too?”  Dana asked, wiping her brow, leaving a trail of grease on her forehead, as she plopped down on the ground. 

            “Not until it’s done.”  Rosita said in a stern voice.

            “I don’t believe this!  Its slave labor!  I want to petition the court!”  Alice yelled and Shane covered her mouth with her dirty hand and Alice pulled away, her face a mess as she slapped Shane‘s hand.

            “How are you going to appeal the court, on what grounds?  You don’t have a case counselor.”  Rosita said and she sat up on the side of the chair, elbows on her knees.  Alice crossed her arms she’d had enough of this bargain basement Barrio mechanic.

            “I’d be careful Alice she knows what she is talking about.”  Oscar said, biting into the other apple that he’d brought with him.

            “What did I just tell you about telling stories out of school young man?”  Rosita said sternly and she gave him a smoldering look.  Oscar relented and then said softly.

            “I brought the files you wanted I left them at the back door as usual.”  He took a deep breath and then added.  “There is mass for Max on Monday, mama was hoping you would come this year.”  Rosita’s jaw was clenched and she shook her head, feeling the heat rising in the pit of her belly at the mention of Max.

            “No.”  Rosita said softly and Oscar nodded and waved goodbye to the girls and said to Tina with a smile.

            “See you Tuesday Tina.”  He went back to the back of the garage and Rosita stood as a purple car rocketed into her driveway.  It nosed dived to a stop, and the music stopped blaring as the door opened.

            “Hot ride.”  Ro said as Sam stepped from the car, she was dressed in a set of dark blue scrubs and she smiled as she closed the door of her car.  She looked at the garage, with a soft smile on her tomboy lips.

            “Yo Sam, you are late woman!”  Shane said, holding up her dirty hand in a wave, and Dana laughed.