"A small district in St. Mary called Cudjoe Hill and my parents are alive. My mother looks nothing like me."
She watched as Michael had a contemplative look on his face as if he was still trying to solve a puzzle.
"Honey I am going to get the car warmed up for the journey back, I heard a funny sound in the engine coming down."
"Ok Nickolas I heard nothing at all."
"You wouldn't you were asleep from we left Kingston sweetheart."
She rolled her eyes at him. Ten minutes later he returned.
"What took you so long honey?" she asked.
"The car won't start and I tried everything I know and still no luck."
"Do you mind if I take a look? I was quite a handy mechanic in my time," Paul asked.
