Adelfa's mother smiled, though it was hard to pick out one emotion.  She seemed touched, saddened, and somehow happy as well.  "No, we'll pay for her medical bills.  I doubt she'll be driving for a while," she said, laying her hand over her daughter's, "but if you know someone who can fix cars we'd appreciate it."

"What?!  Pay someone to fix that car?" Adelfa's father interjected, "It'll cost more to fix it than to replace it altogether!  Might as well scrap it and get a new one."

"Get her a new one?  No, she's getting herself a new car if that's the case!  Why not have Simon fix it if price is a problem?"

"Oh no, I'm not letting that idiot come near her car!  Over my dead body!"

"I don't think Simon know how to fix cars," Calix agreed with his father.

"Okay, fine, what do you guys say then?" his mother asked in a confrontational tone.  Calix hated when she was like this.  There was nearly no way to win.  He decided to keep his mouth closed.  He glanced over to his father who seemed to have came up with a similar plan.