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The junky car bobbed behind Libby's tow truck as she confidently swung both vehicles into her garage. Her young passenger in the shredded jean jacket seemed a little less secure, however. For the whole trip to the garage, Rick had been whirling around to look through the rear window to check on the car he'd just bought at the salvage yard. Obviously, Rick thought there was a treasure buried among all those dents and rust patches.
In the office, Libby told Rick she thought it might be tough to find the alternator he needed. If he could do without the car for a week or two, she'd do her best.
“That's okay, I guess,” Rick shrugged. He tucked a long strand of hair behind one ear. “It'd take me at least that long to pay you. I start a new job tomorrow, and it always takes a few weeks to get the first check.”
Libby smiled. “Tell you what. You keep that check. If I find the alternator, it's on me. Just bring your car here for all your repairs after that.” She patted the hood of his car, and a small piece of rust floated down to the floor. “I hate to tell you, but you're going to be back quite a bit.”
“Cool.” Rick bobbed his head. “Thanks, dude! Catch you later.”
A man in a suit walked in just after Rick rambled out. Libby immediately mistrusted him. It was the briefcase. “If you've got a car for me, you should just pull it in,” she said flatly.
The man smiled and shook his head. “No, I'm actually hoping to help you out. I'm with Midtown Money Merchants. We're contacting small businesses in the area that need a little spark to grow. A line of credit might be just the spark you need to increase your profits.”
Libby gritted her teeth. She felt the garage growing cold.
It was that winter day again. Libby was nine. She looked through the front window of her family's apartment as a man in coveralls was hooking her family's car up to a tow truck. Another man was at their apartment door, holding an open briefcase and shoving a paper into her father's face.
“Just another couple of months,” her father was insisting. “I'll pay extra then. I will!”
“Sir, you haven't even been paying what was expected of you. We have been patient enough.” The man snapped his briefcase closed. “Now it's time to return what you bought with our company's money.” He looked over at Libby for a moment. Then he coughed, turned, and went down the stairwell. The window's glass fogged with the heat of Libby's face.
Now walking across the floor of the garage she owned, Libby approached Mr. Midtown Money Merchant. “No loans,” she said through gritted teeth. “My business has done just fine without them.”
The man escorted himself backward through the door, banging his briefcase against the door as he practically jumped through it.
Libby suddenly smiled. “Come back when you need a radiator rebuilt, now, you hear?” Then she slammed the door

Which of the following best describes Libby's feelings when Rick says he can't pay her immediately?

-She mistrusts him immediately.
-She is angry and unsympathetic.
-She is understanding and forgiving.
-She worries his car will be taken away.