“I know.” Anselmo said with a big grin. “They want you isolated. Not touching people. But I tell you what, this great country will be getting back to its former glory! It will! The people will have the power again! Give it time.”
“We need to go back and get Juan’s mother.” Trevon said.
Anselmo nodded, “Of course. Is she well?” he said looking with sincerity at Juan.
“Yes.”
“Gentlemen, if you would be so kind, hop in the back. Trevon, will you help me with the last couple of bags.”
Alfie and Juan climbed into the back of the old pickup. Anselmo paused watching their expressions as they got in.
“Good ol’ fashioned American hard steel. They don’t make it like this no more!”
“How’d you keep it running?” Juan asked.
“Little maintenance. When things are made right to begin with, they take little energy to maintain.” Anselmo said walking toward his house.
Juan seemed to have remember hearing Trevon talking about Anselmo always working on this pickup. Working his butt off to keep it running. But he didn’t care about the minor lie. If it was even a minor lie, he could’ve been mistaken. It didn’t seem to matter.
Alfie sat first and rummaged in his bag for a bag of chips. “You know, at this rate, it might just be better to destroy everything and start from scratch, you know?” Already chomping away and crumbing going everywhere.
Juan shrugged not sure. “How much work do you think it takes to take care of this pickup?”
Alfie paused his chomping to consider. “You know, I offered to service him. I love the truck, so I would’ve given him a killer deal, but he wanted to do it himself.” Alfie shook his head.
“How’s the job?” Juan asked thinking if an EMP did go off, Alfie either just lost his job or was about to get very busy very soon.