There was one small roll of bandage, a bunch of band aids, a burn cream, and an antiseptic cream.She went back to the passenger who was buried under a...seat. He was bleeding, but it wasn’t an arterial cut. It didn’t look that bad. She patched him up the best she could, and left him there.The elderly man staggered up to where Betsy was studying the two men trapped in their seats. He looked at them, and shook his head, knowing they were in pretty bad shape.He asked, “Do you think we have to worry. Naan kathal seiyalam aanal veetil thirumanam seithu koduka matargal, athanaal naam jolyaaga kathal seithu kolalam endru solinen. Aval ena ninaithaal endru theriya vilai, illai vendam endru soli vitu thotathirku oodi vital. Ena seivathu endru theriya villai, andru mudinthathu aval en paarvaiku varave thayanginaal.Avalidam sendru unaku ennai pidika vilaiyaa endru keten? Aval appadilam illai kathal seiya bayamaaga irukirathu. Naan kathal seibavanai thaan thirumanam seithu koluven endru solinaal.. .”“Not another word, Vera. These two honyacks have been going at it in the backseat and I’m sick of it! Let them kill one another. I’m getting the shovel so as to bury the loser.”There were a lot of Germans in our neighborhood and a few Poles. The Germans called the Poles honyackers ... stupid ignorant factory workers without the sense to farm and make a profit. You could teach a honyack how to do one thing but not two ... or so the Germans said.The day hadn’t started out friendly. We were. “Okay, well since this is your idea, where are we going?” Roger asked, again in his resigned tone.“We’re looking at sports cars for you. How much can you afford?” Mandy asked.“You mean I have some say in this decision?” Roger asked, with a touch of sarcasm.“It is your money, after all. I can’t make you spend it,” she replied, starting to hesitate at pushing Roger out of his comfort zone.“Well, thanks for that,” he said, wryly. Then he perked up and added, “But you’re right, I do need to break.