Alejandro remembered his car and called Jett, telling him to bring it to the repairmen. However, even after he hung his call, the image of that crumpled mess in his mind’s eye made him frown.
“Bah. Should just get a new car. I got sick of that one, anyway. Hey, got any car you like in mind? Let’s go take a look tomorrow,” he said. “Also, I’ve decided that this is just a scratch and I’m skipping the hospital.”
A new car? Well, was this not the first time the man had ever voiced any genuine inclination to buy Melanie anything? “No, no need. I’m not going anywhere,” she said, shaking her head. “Besides, don’t we have other cars at home? Any of them is good enough. Why bother buying a new one for me?”
The linchpin to her refusal, of course, was that Melanie’s mind was already set on sincerely proposing a divorce in two days’ time. Him suddenly breaking out an ostensible act of bonhomie like this would only give her pressure.
Normally, Alejandro did not care much about these things, any rejection would deal an instant end to the conversation. But today, he was out of character. “Look, the thing about driving is that you gotta drive a car you genuinely love for the whole thing to really hit the heart, okay? Okay, we rest our conclusion. You’re coming with me tomorrow to pick out a new car,” he insisted. “When Millie’s of age, she’s gotta’ start going to school, and you’ll be having your little ‘Moms’ Club’, right? A car’s essential to that sort of socializing, and I ain’t letting you drive those junk-metals in the garage. Seriously, those cars are only gonna embarrass me, got it?”
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