“Where’d you get Rugula?”
“Dad brought it up from LA. He knows Aaron and I love it from one special bakery and he brought it for the grandkids. They haven’t had a chance at it.”
“What do you know from Rugula?” I said.
Lee tugged at her tight, unruly curls, her ‘Jewish hair, and said, “We are Jewish. I thought you knew.”
Well, I do now… The guy responsible for keeping my cars rolling is a Jew Mechanic.
Aaron, the Jew Mechanic, agreed to be my technical resource as Ben makes cars faster and better than the other bootleggers and especially, the cops.
What a pip. The universe conspired to assure me the revised title is the right title.