<div class="floatleft">(http://iwritealot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Emmy-Rossum-12.jpg)</div><strong>Tami Avalon</strong><br/>Tami chuckled again at his words and smile.  “And I will stick to dusty objects. I would probably blow up my car trying to fix it.”  She responded softly realizing her choice of words probably wasn‘t the best.  Her body turning to look at her car at the same time that he did and bit her lip again in thoughtfulness trying not to worry about her car.  “Sorry, I probably should watch how I speak.”  She knew how sensitive people were even after all this time, afraid she would blow up the town like her grandfather had done their basement.<br/><br/>She nodded at what his was saying to her.  “I can certainly understand that.  I know you can’t make no promises until you get a chance to look at it.  I am just hoping that things will turn out fine.  That car has brought me through a lot.”  She returned his apologetic smile with a small smile of her own.  She knew the rest of his words were true and then she frowned thinking when he asked her about how long she could go without a car. “Well, I guess… for awhile…”  A dark look crossed her face for a moment.  “I do have Grandfather’s old car…”<br/><br/>She knew using that car would cause talk in the town and wasn’t sure she wanted to put up with more talk from stupid people.  She couldn’t just ask him to borrow a car especially when she had a pretty good running one at home either.  Her mind at war once again, her loyalty to family or to bow to the will of others in this town?