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“Put qualifying on.”
Harlyn grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV. “Have you heard of the word please?”
I grabbed a pillow and crammed it under my arm. “I have.”
“Maybe you should try using it?” She flipped through the channels ‘til the twits who announced the AC Cola Series started jabbering.
“They need to get these yahoos off the screen and show the damn race,” I grunted.
“You only want them to show the pits so you can see what the team is doing.” Harlyn tossed the remote on the coffee table and kicked her feet up.
The thought had crossed my mind. I knew the team was fine without me, but it still felt completely wrong not being there for qualifying.
“What time is it?”
“They don’t start running for another half an hour, Dad. You’re gonna have to listen to Don and Ted wax on about their love for Terry McDougal.”
I curled my lip and reached for the glass of water Mave had brought me. Fuck Terry McDougal. The guy was a prick who won with luck most of the time.
I sipped on my water and heard Susan hollering for Mave. Mave jogged past the TV and into the living room. When I had first seen Mave out by the truck, I hadn’t even realized who she was. She looked completely different from when I had seen her in the hospital. Her long, reddish brown hair hung to her shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of white shorts and a pale purple shirt. She looked like she was ready to go for a stroll rather than take care of me.
Susan had taken the reins of getting everything set up on the lower level of the house and had Delaney, Christy, and Mave running around doing her bidding.
“You could take a nap before the race starts,” Harlyn suggested.
I glared at her. I hated that she could tell that I was tired. All I had done was get rolled into the house to sit on the couch.
“I’m sick of sleeping all of the time,” I grumbled.
“Sleep is good. You heal while you sleep.”
I laid my head back on the couch and sighed. “You better wake me up when qualifying starts,” I ordered.
“Will do,” Harlyn chuckled.
I closed my eyes and slept.
That was the only damn thing I could do.
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