Mack blinked. "Okay. Jeff, hand me the—"
"The problem is it's raining and the tire —" mack and jeff dad---------s tough love 1
And then he did exactly that. He climbed into the truck bed, pulled out a weathered paperback, and began to read. The rain started ten minutes later. For the next sixty minutes, chaos reigned. Mack, frustrated and soaked, tried to loosen lug nuts that hadn't been turned in three years. He didn't know about the trick—standing on the wrench, using body weight. He just pulled, swore under his breath, and slipped in the mud. Mack blinked
But his father didn't move. He killed the engine, turned in his seat, and looked at both boys with an expression they would never forget: absolute, stone-cold neutrality. Mack blinked. "Okay. Jeff