In Tony's garage, the hood of the old antique C2 was open. Tony was leaning into it to check on the parts, while Tommy stood by, retrieving different tools from the toolbox and handing them to his brother as requested.
"I don't see myself as the bookish type, Tommy. I'm probably more like dad; didn't inherit mom's brains. When she was alive, she always had ways to deal with the family's problems. You're clearly the one in the Hawk family who takes after mom," Tony said as he took the wrench Tommy handed him, unscrewed a bolt, and tossed it aside while taking the chance to look at his brother.
Then he continued to hunch over and get busy, "What I mean is, I'm willing to help you, but I don't have the brains like you. I didn't even finish high school. What's more outrageous is, if you gave me a map of America without the place names, I wouldn't even know where Maryland is."
