However, his mother forcibly tells him no. Sandy, undeterred, decides to get a job to pay. He applies for many jobs, ranging from a mechanic to delivering newspapers. However, he is not accepted for any of them. Slowly, he gives up on his dream of buying a car.
Weeks later, Sandy tells his mother that he has got a job as a fence fixer. She is overjoyed for him, but something doesn’t seem right. She has noticed her son occasionally sneaking out at nights. One night, she follows him, all the way to the rich neighbourhood on the other side of town. She watches as he rips out a fence from the front lawn of a house, and lays it down next to its foundations. Just before he leaves, she confronts him.
“Why have you been destroying other people’s fences?” she asks.
“They will pay me the next day to fix it,” Sandy answers, ashamed. “Rich people can give me up to £100 just for putting their fence back.”
“But why do you need the money?”
Sandy looks up. “You see, reposting is the quickest way to car, ma.”