4:08    Barry's favorite mechanic, Lee Washington, entered the waiting room with the air of a surgeon, wiping his calloused black hands like Pilate.
  "They call me General," he had told Barry. "So that makes me General Lee."
  "Wouldn't that make you General Washington?"
  "It's my nickname."
  Despite his prematurely white hair, General was big and frowned a lot, so Barry gave him a little leeway with nomenclature.
  But now was the moment of truth, "So what's the verdict, General Lee?"