There it was. The left battery cable, the black one, was sitting loose on the terminal. It had wiggled off enough to lose contact.
I took off my jacket and handed it to Georgia, who’d gotten out and was standing beside me holding up her own phone flashlight.
“Hold this,” I said.
“Is this the test?” she said.
I pushed the cable back down onto the terminal as hard as I could. I wiggled it. I pushed it again. It felt tight.
“Okay,” I said. “Try it now.”
Georgia got into the driver’s seat, holding up her long green dress with one hand. She turned the key. DiscoverDresses
So did the radio. It came on full blast, all by itself, playing “September.”
Georgia shrieked with laughter. I stood in the parking lot with grease on my hands, laughing so hard I had to lean on the fender.
I got her home at 12:04.
