Bud
Copyright© 2015 by Bill Offutt
Chapter 30
Bud and one of his students, a slim boy named David, were washing the red Jeep in the driveway of the Martin home in Aspen Hill. The sun was bright and the air was warm.
"I sure appreciate you taking me out to Kensington for my driver's test," David said as he used a brush on a front wheel.
"You did real good. I thought you were going to hit that sign when you went to park, backing in there." Bud rinsed off the spare tire bolted to the car's tailgate.
"Yeah, me too. I was sure the guy could hear my heart."
"We're about finished with this thing," Bud said, turning off the hose. "Why don't you back your mother's car out."
"OK, I'll get the keys," the boy said, dropping the brush in a bucket of sudsy water.
Bud backed his Jeep out to the street and parked it in front on the Martin's small home. He had enjoyed several meals with the family, and he and Mrs. Martin had jointly chaperoned a dance at the school. Bud trotted back up the driveway as David got out of his mother's car. The car started slowly rolling down the sloping driveway toward Bud. He put his hands on the trunk, turned his back to it, dug in his heels and yelled, "Grab the handbrake!"
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