It Was One Of God's Jokes That

Hoyt Was By Himself Right Under One Of The Portable Lights Rigged Up For The Occasion. He Had His Hands Thrust In His Pockets, And He Looked More Serious Than I’d Ever Seen Him. There Was Something Strange About The Sight, And After A Second I Figured Out Why. It Was One Of The Few Times I’d Ever Seen Hoyt Alone.

Only A Group Lack Of Imagination Could Account For People Not Wondering What Went On In The Dark Around Them.

I Could Add Her To The Long List Of People I Didn't Understand.

Not One Man In A Million Would Have Allowed Me The Time Without Speaking. I Opened My Mind, Let My Gaurd Down Completely, Relaxed. His Silence Washed Over Me. I Stood, Closed My Eyes, Breathed Out The Relief That Was Too Profound For Words.

I Felt Like A Car That Had Only Been Operated By One Driver… A Car Its New Prospective Buyer Was Determined To Take To The Daytona 500.