Page 108 of Charm City Rocks

Margot wonders if the bartender can tell that she’s about to cry. “It’s a good thing I called, then,” she says.

There’s a grinding sound on the other end of the line, followed by a clunk, then silence. “Shit,” Billy says.

“What was that?”

“My car. It won’t start.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Hold on a sec. Lemme try again.”

Margot listens to Billy talk to the Champagne Supernova. His voice is gentle, like he’s comforting a small, frightened animal. “Come on, baby. You can do this. You’re a classic. Just one more time. You and me against the world.” And then he sighs. “Please?”

She’s never heard a car start over the phone before, but it sounds about like she would’ve thought.

“There we go! That’s my girl!”

She can hear the smile in his voice, like joy. “We’re good?”

“Never better,” Billy says. “I’m on my way.”

From her barstool, Margot can see out onto the street. It’s getting dark out there. She’s turned around—maybe a little lost. But that’s okay. She’ll be home soon.