The mechanic finally got back to his shop with the fuel pump. He said he'd get it done as quickly as he could. The sun was already setting. I didn't want to have to drive half the night to get back to Hollywood but it looked like I had no choice. I told the mechanic I'd be at Mo's. He said he'd bring the car there when he finished.
Mo's Diner was packed with the dinner crowd. I sat down at the counter and waited for her to get to me.
"Hello, sailor," she said as she approached me, smiling.