“I ask the manager to fill out an application” - a sly voice and a light, mocking, her mother, smile on her lips, the blonde is already throwing up with anger. Who does this girl think she is, which almost suits me as a daughter! I boil, but, reluctantly, I understand that, in fact, there is no choice. I desperately need a car on the move.

I sit Chamomile on my shoulders and go there ... where they sent me. I quickly deal with the documents and, without wasting a minute, I fly with the driver to the office, taking one last look at the Dodge and pursing my lips....