The Lemon Loan
Language: en
"This engine... something's wrong." The mechanic at the dealership slid out from under the hood, a strange expression on his face. I froze. "What do you mean, wrong?" "Your car came with an imported engine," he said, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. "This one... isn't it." I stared into the open hood. Three months ago, when my aunt borrowed my car, everything inside was brand new. "So what is it now?" The mechanic glanced at me, hesitating. "Wait here a second. Let me get the shop foreman."