Welcome to Australia. The narrator works at a car wash, a job his friend Buddha got him as a reward for not fingering him after an unsuccessful robbery. Buddha wants to try another crime but our hero, having been burned with a term in prison is shy about trying again. Then a woman comes to the car wash, needing some special treatment for her vehicle...
This story is mostly about mood. For example:
Just after nine and already the temperature is in the early thirties according to the announcer on the classic hits radio station that gets piped through the speaker on the office wall.
"Going to be a hot one today," I say, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, suppose so." Buddha drops his half-smoked nail on the ground next to the grey tray of dirty sand labelled Please deposit cigarette butts here.
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