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."You know, we have a first aid tent near the concession stand," the man said."If you're suffering from heatstroke the thing to do would be to get over there.""No, I'm fine, really," she said, and she meant it.With the cooling lemonade her energy returned quickly."I think I'll sit here a while and drink this, if that's okay with you.I guess the heat just got to me.""Of course it's okay.If you want a refill, just holler,"the man said, winking in a friendly way.There wasn't anything sexual about it, something for which she was glad.He reminds me of my father, when he was alive, Cindy thought, looking at the deep wrinkles in the man's face, which seemed to be made of stone.When he winked, the wrinkles fanned out over his face like cracks in a windshield.He leaned closer, looking like he thought he might have recognized her."I've never seen you at this track before, have I?""Well, I've been here all day," she said, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of her voice."Maybe you can help me," she added, feeling a slight surge of hope.Cindy pulled the photograph other child out of her purse and handed it to the man."I'm here looking for my son.His name isJamie."She hadn't intended to tell him her life's story, but heseemed content to sit and listen to her, shaking his head and tskmg at the right moments.Finally, she thought, as she prattled on about her husband, the cult, and her missing son, somebody who'll listen to me!WHEELS OF FIRE 41Finally the old man nodded."Miss, you ain't had nothin' but bad luck, that's for sure.Sounds to me like this fella is a pretty hard-core racing fan.And hard-care fans tend to hang out with the pros in the pits.I haven't seen your son, but maybe someone else has.Would ya like to come have a look see?"Without hesitation she accepted, and soon found herself waiting for a break in the race, so that they could cross over to the pits.When the break came, another wave of heat came over her, and she thought with a touch of panic that she was going to pass out.Not again, she thought, and willed her strength back.The moment passed, without her new friend noticing.He escorted her - with an odd touch of gallantry- past a short cinderblock wall where a man waited, watching who came in.One nod from her heaven-sent escort allowed them through.When she entered the pits her senses were assaulted with the sights and smells of racing.Everywhere she walked, she stepped over oil-marked concrete, bits and pieces of race cars lay strewn everywhere, usually in the form of washers, bolts and brackets - she thought irresistibly of a dinosaur graveyard, strewn with bones.A blast of something aromatic and potent, which she identified a moment later as high-octane racing fuel, threatened another fainting spell.Too overwhelmed by sight and sound, smell and vibration, she stood, trapped like an animal caught in the headlights.Then the sound, at least, stopped.In the temporary absence of engine roar, she found her ears ringing, and when she turned to see where her friend had gone she saw him rushing off to a race car that had just pulled in.I guess Fm on my own now.The people she saw were either frantically going somewhere in a huge hurry, or doing nothing at all, some even looking bored.It was this latter group that 42 Mercedes Lackey &f Mark Shepherd she tried to talk to, praying under her breath that she wouldn't get in the way.She hoped she knew enoughfrom her racing experiences with her husband to tell when a crew was seconds away from swarming over a car, or when they were just trying to kill dme.She approached one team, who seemed more intent on barbecuing ribs than changing tires on a race car.Men stood around a portable grill, holding beer cans in beefy fists, and stepping back when the grease flared.Some of them were apparently drunk, and while this reminded her uncomfortably of her ex-husband, she went up to one anyway."Hi, I'm looking for my son, this is a picture," she said, holding the photograph out."Have you seen him?"The man's features softened briefly, but when he saw the picture, they hardened.He said curtly, "No, I haven't," and looked at her as if she didn't belong there.Another, younger man, who might have even been the driver, smiled broadly and shook his head, and then promptly ignored her presence, as if she had faded into invisibility [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."You know, we have a first aid tent near the concession stand," the man said."If you're suffering from heatstroke the thing to do would be to get over there.""No, I'm fine, really," she said, and she meant it.With the cooling lemonade her energy returned quickly."I think I'll sit here a while and drink this, if that's okay with you.I guess the heat just got to me.""Of course it's okay.If you want a refill, just holler,"the man said, winking in a friendly way.There wasn't anything sexual about it, something for which she was glad.He reminds me of my father, when he was alive, Cindy thought, looking at the deep wrinkles in the man's face, which seemed to be made of stone.When he winked, the wrinkles fanned out over his face like cracks in a windshield.He leaned closer, looking like he thought he might have recognized her."I've never seen you at this track before, have I?""Well, I've been here all day," she said, trying and failing to keep the frustration out of her voice."Maybe you can help me," she added, feeling a slight surge of hope.Cindy pulled the photograph other child out of her purse and handed it to the man."I'm here looking for my son.His name isJamie."She hadn't intended to tell him her life's story, but heseemed content to sit and listen to her, shaking his head and tskmg at the right moments.Finally, she thought, as she prattled on about her husband, the cult, and her missing son, somebody who'll listen to me!WHEELS OF FIRE 41Finally the old man nodded."Miss, you ain't had nothin' but bad luck, that's for sure.Sounds to me like this fella is a pretty hard-core racing fan.And hard-care fans tend to hang out with the pros in the pits.I haven't seen your son, but maybe someone else has.Would ya like to come have a look see?"Without hesitation she accepted, and soon found herself waiting for a break in the race, so that they could cross over to the pits.When the break came, another wave of heat came over her, and she thought with a touch of panic that she was going to pass out.Not again, she thought, and willed her strength back.The moment passed, without her new friend noticing.He escorted her - with an odd touch of gallantry- past a short cinderblock wall where a man waited, watching who came in.One nod from her heaven-sent escort allowed them through.When she entered the pits her senses were assaulted with the sights and smells of racing.Everywhere she walked, she stepped over oil-marked concrete, bits and pieces of race cars lay strewn everywhere, usually in the form of washers, bolts and brackets - she thought irresistibly of a dinosaur graveyard, strewn with bones.A blast of something aromatic and potent, which she identified a moment later as high-octane racing fuel, threatened another fainting spell.Too overwhelmed by sight and sound, smell and vibration, she stood, trapped like an animal caught in the headlights.Then the sound, at least, stopped.In the temporary absence of engine roar, she found her ears ringing, and when she turned to see where her friend had gone she saw him rushing off to a race car that had just pulled in.I guess Fm on my own now.The people she saw were either frantically going somewhere in a huge hurry, or doing nothing at all, some even looking bored.It was this latter group that 42 Mercedes Lackey &f Mark Shepherd she tried to talk to, praying under her breath that she wouldn't get in the way.She hoped she knew enoughfrom her racing experiences with her husband to tell when a crew was seconds away from swarming over a car, or when they were just trying to kill dme.She approached one team, who seemed more intent on barbecuing ribs than changing tires on a race car.Men stood around a portable grill, holding beer cans in beefy fists, and stepping back when the grease flared.Some of them were apparently drunk, and while this reminded her uncomfortably of her ex-husband, she went up to one anyway."Hi, I'm looking for my son, this is a picture," she said, holding the photograph out."Have you seen him?"The man's features softened briefly, but when he saw the picture, they hardened.He said curtly, "No, I haven't," and looked at her as if she didn't belong there.Another, younger man, who might have even been the driver, smiled broadly and shook his head, and then promptly ignored her presence, as if she had faded into invisibility [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]