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I looked at her.

She shrugged. “It’s yours.”

I nodded. “Exactly.”

Shay smiled. “Okay. I officially want one.”

Prime yelled from outside. “No.”

Shay spun toward the door. “How the fuck did you hear that?”

His laughter carried through the open window.

I laughed.

Pearl shook her head.

“Come on,” I said. “I have chairs. One is on its last leg, but you can still sit on it.” I grabbed the two folding lawn chairs from behind the driver’s seat.

Shay looked at the one with the broken arm flapping around. “You weren’t kidding.”

“What?”

“It really is on its last leg.”

“I keep forgetting to throw it away.”

Pearl took the good one. “I’ll take this.”

“Coward,” Shay laughed and grabbed the broken one.

“Yes,” Pearl conceded. “Yes, I am.”

We carried them outside and saw the guys had gathered around the front of the RV.

Anchor stood with his arms folded. Prime had his phone flashlight pointed somewhere under the hood even though it was broad daylight. Post was crouched near the front tire. Pull was looking underneath. Piney had both hands buried in the engine bay.

“This feels like you are violating my RV,” I said.

Post looked up. “We’re winging it.”

“Thank you for the confidence.”

Pearl and Shay set the chairs near the front corner of the RV. Shay swooped in and plopped onto the whole one.

“I’m not sitting in that,” Pearl gasped. “You stole the good one.”

“I made a decision,” Shay smiled, with her hand above her eyes shielding the sun. “You’ll be fine in that one.”

I moved closer to Piney while Shay and Pearl fought over the chairs. “What have you got?”

He pointed to the battery. “Battery looks fine.”

“I replaced it six months ago.” I did try to keep up with maintenance on the RV.

He nodded his head. “Good to know.”

“Alternator?” I asked.