I Joked That My Neighbor Should Kiss Me for Luck… She Said, “How Much Luck Do You Need?”

Synopsis

“My ex-wife walked into my garage wearing heels, perfume, and the expression of a woman who had come to collect a debt I did not owe.” The Mustang was up on jack stands that afternoon. Margo sat in her usual chair by the workbench, legs crossed, iPad balanced on her knee. She was sketching the curve of the Mustang’s front fender while I adjusted the timing.