I folded my arms over my breasts, and glanced at Bing. He was gaping right into my eyes. I m always fixing something, said Bing. He waved his arm. All my junk.
People don t know.
Something don t work, they stick it out on the street for the garbage truck. I find it, haul it home, and fix it. That s how it works. I don t mind. I nodded, and sipped my pop.