Jack met Eve in the driveway.
She was sitting in her black Honda Fit.
She had just washed it.
You could barely see the dents from the last accident.
“Do you think they’ll repo my car?” She asked, mildly panicked.
“What do you mean?”
“They put this on the front door of the house.” She said, showing him a letter that was crumpled from her anxiety.
“How far behind are you?”
“It’s not my fault, I had the accident and I couldn’t Uber for three weeks.”
“How far behind?”
“I don’t know, maybe a month and a half. It’s not like I’m not trying.”
“Why don’t you call them? You can work something out.”
“Fuck them, I’m not calling them. No way.”
Jack didn’t reply. She was his daughter and what’s he going to say?