He paused.
They didn't finish the tire change until the 90-minute mark. Mack’s hands were bleeding from two small cuts. Jeff’s shoes were filled with muddy water. The spare was on. It was lopsided, dangerous, and barely roadworthy. mack and jeff dad---------s tough love 1
Mack blinked. "Okay. Jeff, hand me the—" He paused
"Not 'we,'" Dad interrupted. " Mack, you're the oldest. You figure it out. Jeff, you're the navigator. You figure out where we are and if we need help. I'm going to sit in the back and read my book." hand me the—" "Not 'we
Thomas didn't look up from his book. "You said 'we.' Mack is doing the tire. You're doing the map. I'm doing my reading. What's the problem?"
