<div align="center">(http://www.frontroomcinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/emily_blunt.jpeg)</div><br/>The entire morning had been exhausting, her mother seemed to be moping in the depths of a new depression brought about by the lack of contact with her only son. Michael, incarcerated for murdering the asshole who had brutally raped his sister and killed their father, had suddenly stopped sending them visiting passes; had stopped phoning them and hadn't replied to a single email or letter in almost two months. It wasn't just Trisha who was concerned, Kelly was seriously worried too but had managed not to show it around her mother. With Trisha staying at home more and more staring at the four walls, waiting for the phone to ring or the post man to arrive, the family businesses were left to Kelly to keep together.<br/><br/>She didn't begrudge her mother for the depth her depression had led her too, medication helped but she had been through a lot. Kelly had been through more but never had the heart to shake her mother and say this to her. Instead she worked the garage and the bar as if her life depended on it, because quite frankly it did. She carried a gun with her all the time and had taken up self defense lessons which in her own view were damn pathetic. If she resorted to them even a seven year old could take her down. After checking the account books at the bar and then heading to the garage, she found three cars and two bikes queued up for work.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she went inside to find Alan and Kevin leaning against the tool tray having a good old chat for themselves. Her heels clicked upon the concrete floor long stained with engine oil, as she made her way towards them.<br/><br/><strong>"Having a good time then? These won't fix themselves, so I'd advice you lot to get on with them or go find yourselves another job!"</strong>she hated playing hard ball but when they didn't pull their weight there was little else she could do. Moving to the books, she looked through what was supposedly wrong with each vehicle and noted two were simply body jobs. The relief at knowing she would be calling Wyatt to do some work was overwhelming. The lads at the garage never slacked off when he was here and she always felt saver come locking up time.<br/><br/>Alan and Kevin grumbled but went back to work, albeit slowly but still they went back. Glancing up for a moment to watch them she pushed her long brown hair back over her shoulder before reaching for a pen. She wrote the details of the two cars down and left again, telling both men she'd be back well before closing time. Their silence mingled with the croons of Frank Sinatra's 'Come Fly with Me', the weight of it letting her know she had won this round at least.<br/><br/>Getting into her fathers old car, a deep blue 1968 Mustang GT 390 Fastback she drove the prized car to the Bronze. If any one could tell her what was up with Michael she hoped that Gabriel and Wyatt could, they had all been good friends after all, in the marines and with the Mininsters of Death MC. Kelly dressed more for an office  (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37331228) than for an out at a grimey garage or sweat soaked bar pulled up in the parking lot and switched off the engine, deciding to place a swift call to her mother before going inside.<br/>