He past signs for
Gas City
so he knew he was close. He rolled down his windows and familiar air and smell surrounded him. This bypassed his cold calculations. Suddenly tears streamed down his face. He had to go back he thought, for Sammy. He didn’t even know I was leaving.
Marc was thinking about conversations at the dinner table.
“After this competition we can get to work on this.” And Sammy showed Marc and old video of him sort of doing the splits and then a flip, break dancing style moves.
“Woah that looks hard but of course, of course.”
He met the eyes of the parents and they seemed sad. They didn’t tell Sammy and Marc wasn’t going to.
“Why don’t you let Marc eat there Sammy. Don’t want the food to go cold.”
“Don’t worry it’s fine .” Marc said, but the adult conversation didn’t pick back up. The parents knew Marc had checked out. The parents knew he wasn’t planning on coming back.
The party ended with Sammy doing a preview of tomorrow.
“I mean your gunna see this tomorrow.”
It was everything they practiced, but better, it had heart and soul. It had experienced layered on understanding. Marc thought tomorrow he’ll win probably.
Then who will he look for? Marc at this thought said his goodbyes, gave Sammy some compliments, and left abruptly.