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But she ignored him, facing the window head-on. A tow truck had latched onto the rear axle of the muscle car and
dragging it onto the street. The sheriff was supervising the truck. A deputy stood near the house's door so that no one w
interfere.

The rest of the neighborhood watched, from their doorways and windows. The children sat on the stoop as if their w
had ended, and the wife was nowhere to be seen.

Muff ler Man stood in the middle of the lawn, another deputy beside him. His fists pushed against his hips, and he lo
more like a linebacker than ever.

He also seemed to know that Ada had reached the window. His gaze met hers and his lips moved. Even though she
couldn't understand what he was mouthing, she knew it had to be a threat.

“Serves them right,” Rick whispered. “Someone must have complained about the noise.”

“The sheriff doesn't seize a vehicle because of noise,” Ada said.

“If it's nonpayment, maybe they'll move.” Rick continued to whisper. “Or get evicted.”

“It takes years to get evicted from your own house,” Ada said.

The tow truck dragged the car down the center of the block. The school bus stopped at the corner, waiting for the t
truck to go by.

“We didn't even get any warning notices,” Muff ler Man said to the deputy, but his gaze was still on Ada. She back
away from the window.

“It's not our problem, sir,” the deputy said. “You'll have to contact your creditors.”

Rick was smiling. Ada pulled the window closed. “You shouldn't be so happy about someone else's misfortune.”

“Couldn't happen to a nicer family,” Rick said, and headed to the shower.

She was shaking. The files haunted her. The credit history, the personal files. Had Rick done something to get the ca
repossessed?
 He couldn't have. Muff ler Man had to be lying, trying to cover up for failing to make his car payments.

The children were still sitting on their stoop, even though the bus had stopped at its usual place near the driveway. M
ler Man shook himself, as if waking from a nightmare, and walked to his children.

“It'll be all right,” he said, his voice now muff led by the glass. “We'll have this settled by the time you get home.”

Ada clutched her robe tightly. Instead of crawling back in bed to wait for the shower, she went downstairs to make
herself breakfast.

The ugly orange kitchen looked even brighter in the early morning sunlight. Her plants, in the extended window over
sink, liked the strange light, but they were the only ones. Ada started the coffeemaker, then stirred some batter for waff
Rick liked waff les and so did she, when she had time for them.