Mom’s boyfriend (short story)

Keene walked around the old pickup truck parked in the middle of his mechanic shop, followed by Beheen  and I trailed behind him both of them. We were like three chu-chu trains.
 

I could tell that Keene was avoiding Beheen. He always seems to be in a hurry when Beheen wants to talk to him.

“I need some help.” Beheen started.
“I owe the tax people a lot of money” he continued.

Keene looked back at him.
“What’s that got to do with me.” Said Keene.

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