The garish light made everything look ugly, sallow and dirty. Two huge fluorescent pole lights lighted the station, and a set of white neon lights hanging from the canopy over the pumps. Now what will she do? Always about Susan. We were supposed to go to the Mall tonight. Instead of understanding, she acted as if the breakdown was my fault! There goes her dinner. I used the phone one more time to call Susan. The old man had the Volvo hooked up to the back of the truck and we drove off into the evening gloom. I hadn't asked the auto club for a station in particular, but I was relieved to see it was the familiar Gas n' Go truck, and Asif's Uncle Abdul was driving. I have AAA programmed into speed dial, so in just a very short time the pickup came rumbling towards me from the Highway. My cell phone was charged, thank God, as I'm the type to let it drain down in my briefcase until it's useless. Luckily, I was on a residential street so I coasted as far over as momentum would carry me and stopped in a parking zone. There came day when I heard a noise coming from under the hood, and the engine died. I loved that Volvo, but even the best automobiles fall prey to the ravages of the road. He set off alarms in me, too, but I didn't understand their meaning at the time. He would return it to me clipped to the board, the pen offered to me in his strong calloused hand.
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He would take my card carefully, as if it were made of gold. She just had the typical middle-class fear of anything foreign or exotic, and certainly Asif's dark brooding good-looks set off her internal alarms. Asif was always very careful, and never gave Susan any excuse to complain. My wife Susan never trusted him, always checking the total on the pump as he pulled the nozzle from the side of the car. His broad smile beamed out from beneath a thick, black moustache and neatly trimmed goatee that made his incredibly white teeth seem to glow. Asif's eyes were large and smoldering brown and his eyelids darkened as if they had been shaded with kohl. His sultry olive complexion was flawless under a mop of curly black hair. Now 25, he had matured into a striking young man.
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He had brought Asif over from somewhere in the Arab world when he turned 18. His uncle Abdul owned the Gas 'n Go station he worked at. He spoke very little English, but always enough to say 'Hello' and 'Thank You Kindly'. He was always polite, greeting me warmly whenever I pulled the Volvo up to the pump.