“‘Fraid not. My good friend and I handle most of the repairs for the village. Everything we have for parts are scraps from the trucks we had to retire. If it’s just a bit of maintenance, I can take care of that for you.”

The rectory was within view now, and Reigen was quietly struck with a surge of nostalgia at the sight of the broad garden in front. It looked a lot like his mother’s. He hoped she and the rest of his family were managing.