Kevin could fix anything. Yet he was surrounded by broken things. He would fix one thing, and two others would break.

Rich people could throw everything away and buy brand new things. That was the only way a person could be free from broken things. To buy themselves out. Kevin and his wife couldn't do that. No 

money

. And unlike the young folk who were educated, no hope of making more money down the line. This was it, Kevin thought. The motel.

He liked fixing things. He didn't mind being poor. The only thing he felt bad about was that he couldn't provide his son Sammy the things he saw other parents giving their kids. It was summer. Kids were at camp. Vacation. Sammy had to stick around home all day. Do nothing but watch things on the computer or play games.

At least that's what Sammy's previous summers had been like. Until the peculiar guest in room number 17 had arrived. Now Sammy woke up chipper to 

dance

. Kevin didn't understand it. Even didn't like that Sammy was dancing. Why couldn't he get a more 'normal' hobby? he thought.

Kevin thought this sometimes. But then he thought of the alternative. Sammy alone at home. Eating cold cut sandwiches and staring at a screen bored. No. Dancing was much better than that.