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me. I can’t help that. What I can do is go out there and run my best every week. I can live my life away from the track the best way I know how. I’m going to make you proud no matter what. I ain’t gonna let myself drop to his level,” Wayne promised, looking his father in the eye.
    Watching his son, Billy couldn’t help but shake his head. Everything in him believed Wayne, but he wasn’t sure he could trust a Grimes. He wasn’t sure how the two of them would be able to keep their legacies of their fathers, out of their own lives. History, he knew, always repeated itself, and he could only hope that nobody almost died this time.
    *
    An hour later the two of them had gotten the last of the tobacco up right as the first sheet of rain came down. They walked to the edge of the barn and glanced up at the sky.
    “Got it just in time, didn’t we?” Wayne laughed as he saw the rain begin to make rivers in the mud.
    “That we did. Let’s go get some lunch since we’re obviously done for the day. You want to?” Billy asked placing a hat over his graying hair.
    Rubbing his stomach, Wayne nodded. He was hungry and lunch sounded perfect. “Yeah, quicker we get there, the better. I’ll drive,” he offered, fishing the keys to the farm truck out of his pocket.
    Slowly, almost welcoming the feel of the rain on their bodies, the two men made their way to the truck. It was so hot that the rain only made the air heavier with the humidity, but it at least gave them a break from the relentless sun beating down on them. They hopped in the truck, Billy carefully buckling his seatbelt.
    “Keep it on the road today. Don’t know if your old man can handle offroadin’.”
    Wayne laughed heartily as he put the truck out on the main road. Usually when driving the old farm truck, Wayne would let it all hang out and just drive. Sometimes that meant getting off the blacktop and going different directions.
    “I promise we won’t be doing that today. I’m hungry. Some of Sadie’s country fried steak is calling my name. Can’t ya hear it?”
    Shaking his head, Billy chuckled. His younger son was always hungry, but lately he’d really started to fill out. For the longest time he’d been lanky and so skinny that he hadn’t known how his clothes stayed on. In the past six months, however, his muscles had started to form from years of hard labor and working on his car. Now when Wayne got in the car, Billy didn’t flinch thinking he could be broken in half.
    “Yeah, I can hear it, Wayne. I think it’s callin’ mine to.”
    In minutes they were parking at the popular diner. Wayne reached beside them in the seat and grabbed his shirt. Getting out, he placed it over his bare chest and then walked towards the front door. Opening it, he held it for his dad and offered him a hand as he struggled with the wet steps. As they walked inside, everyone who sat around called out to them.
    “You two want your regular table?” Loretta, one of the regular waitresses, asked.
    “Where else would we sit, honey?” Wayne flirted with the older woman, who smacked him in the stomach.
    “What are you gonna do with this one Billy?” she laughed, as she looked back at his father.
    “I just don’t know. We’re either gonna have to watch him get famous or give him to another family.”
    “Ouch, Dad, that was harsh.”
    “That’s alright, we’ll take good care of ya,” Loretta assured him. “You two want your usual?”
    They nodded, turning around to talk to some of the other regulars who had gathered in the diner to get out of the rain. Wayne laughed at something someone said to him before glancing outside. A slow smile covered his face as he saw a familiar car pulling up in the parking lot. He watched as she got out and threw a jacket over her body, before coming into the diner. Walking up to the counter, she smiled at the cashier.
    “My daddy should have called in an order about fifteen minutes or so ago. Is it ready yet?”
    “Lemme go see