the next morning he knocked on the door at kochi's store. when maria answered he said he was here for the job. she looked him over and asked what experience he had. several years he replied quickly, looking her directly in the eye. then get to work she said cleanout that clogged gasoline on the red one first. he paused, he had never monkeyed with the motorcycle before. he had a car of his own and could tinker it up alright, but he but he would have to experiment with the cycle. he hated these close. he was a notorious dresser. he would always wear these tweed jackets, even in the summer so having to dress down for this job, he didn't like it. she was standing right there. what are you standing there, she said, crone heard the emphasis on the word there. he was standing on a great that had hot air blowing up from the basement. it was late spring so there should be no need for heat he thought. he wondered if there was equipment down there. he said i'm looking for a place to hitch my coat he said, stalling, she pointed to a thumb to with the nail on the w