Winston sniffed and reached for the airbrush. The painting of Bob Marley against a backdrop of cannabis leaves was ill advised but who was he to argue with a customer? Business was business and if a man wanted to be pulled over every time he drove his Mercedes, who was he to judge?
"So it's just you and your sister living here?" Meinwen settled herself in what she judged the cleanest seat in the garage. To be fair, the paint area of Winston's shop was cleaner than the mechanical side.
"An' her husband Sam, yeah." Winston stopped spraying to take a drag from his cigarette. "It used to be Mom an' Dad's place, you know."
Meinwen took a sip of tea. "You inherited it? There were no other family members?"
"No. Me Mother's brothers used to live here, but they moved back to the homeland."
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