Baby Car

Fiorella's darling baby car is in the shop. It started acting odd Wednesday, sort of like it was trying to stop on her while she was racing up I-35 from Austin at 70 mph.

Anyway, the dealership called yesterday morning with the damage--Fio means the bill. Fifteen hundred to get baby car in tip-top shape. Fio hates spending the money, but she can't let baby car die. All the old guys at HEB give her the once-over when she eases out of her sassy little sports car. It's her image.