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lie her way out of this one. It was obvious what had happened. “I slept here last night,” she admitted and slowly stood. She had been correct. Her legs screamed out in pain once she stood upright. The concrete had done her in.
    “You slept here?” he asked. He was intentionally blocking the doorway so she could not attempt to flee out into the garage with whatever excuse she could manage. He wanted to know the truth. “Why did you do that?”
    Mercedes embarrassingly lowered her head. “I was evicted from the apartment. The landlord changed the locks on me last night. I didn’t have anywhere else to stay.”
    He stared at her. Mercedes kept her gaze low to the ground so as not to make eye contact. She did not want to see the disappointment on his face. He was quiet - far too quiet for far too long. Eventually she worked up the courage to meet his angry eyes. At last he spoke, but not before throwing a fist into the wall, busting a small hole into the cheap sheetrock. “Damnit, Mercedes!” he paused a moment to stare at the hole he had created, clearly he had not expected to break the sheetrock. He waved his hand, shaking off the bit of pain that the exercise of frustration had caused him. Tito took a breath, forcing himself to calm down before speaking again. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed money?” he asked calmly.
    “I’ll get my apartment back,” Mercedes said, “But the garage did not bring in a lot last month; you wouldn’t have had much to give me even if I had asked. I know you went through most of your savings during last year’s dry spell just like I did.”
    Tito frowned, “You know it’s not just a dry spell. This garage is going to hell, Mercedes.” The man released a loud, heavy sigh. He looked hurt, angry, and scared. They had both been on a roller coaster of emotions lately, knowing good and well that the end of their beloved garage could very well be upon them. “Why,” he mumbled, “why didn’t you finish school? You were on your way, Mercedes. You were on the path to becoming a promising engineer. You could have done so much more with your life than this damn garage.”
    Mercedes quickly took offense. She hated for Tito to down the garage in any way, and he had been doing that a lot in recent days. “You know why I quit. Uncle Tito, you and my father put everything into this garage. You built it up together. He wanted me to be a part of this. This garage, you know it was for me. I love this place.” She could sense that something was amiss, but she could not quite put her finger on it just yet.
    Tito shook angrily at her response. “Yes, I remember. I remember you saying, though, you were only going to take a semester off to help out here when we needed the extra help, but you never went back, Mercedes. You could have done so much more than this garage if you had just finished school!”
    “That was a long time ago,” Mercedes hissed. “I can’t go back to school now. It’s too late. And with what money would I do that? This is what my father wanted for me. I don’t intend to turn my back on him.”
    Tito roared, “Your father would be ashamed that you are using his memory as an excuse to let yourself sink lower and lower into the dirt. Your father is dead - what he wants… it doesn’t matter anymore, Mercedes. I wish you would go back to school. Why don’t you call your mother-?”
    Mercedes held a hand up to his face, feeling herself bucking up at him. “My mother? My mother!” Mercedes’ tone kept Tito silent. He knew better than to make such a suggestion. “I would rather die in the streets than ask that puta for money. She left us, remember? She left me and your brother for that rich white guy and hasn’t spoken to me since. She doesn’t care about me or you or this garage. She wouldn’t give me money even if I asked, but I would never take that blood money.” The suggestion would have Mercedes fuming for the remainder of the day. She had not spoken to