lean body to a nearby umbrella covered table where they sat and ate their lunch together. “Have you remembered anything about your past yet?” he then asked, plopping relish onto his hot dog.
“Not really,” she replied sullenly.
“Ever been to the track before?” he then asked seeing she wasn't too enthused talking about her amnesia.
“I don't know,” she answered with frustration in her voice. She picked up the hotdog and took a bite.
Martin chuckled at her sarcastic reply. After they finished their lunch, Martin again took her by the hand and led her through the crowds and showed her around the rest of the track.
Dolly loved the feel of the excitement that lingered in the air here, watching the drivers working to put the final touches to their cars. She also couldn't believe how many people showed up just to watch them practice.
She forgot they were still holding hands until they entered the building and she saw Jordan sharply glance over in their direction. She quickly pulled away and pushed her hands in her pockets as Martin now joined the rest of the gang. She stayed away and watched from a distance, not wanting to cause Jordan any further embarrassment.
Jordan had finally finished with his car. He motioned at Dolly to follow him. “Where have you been for the last two hours?” he finally asked while they walked back toward the trailer. He didn't seem to really care though, never looking in her direction.
“Martin showed me around the place,” she answered trying not to sound too enthusiastic about it but had actually enjoyed the afternoon with him very much. Dolly looked to her toes while she fidgeted nervously, feeling as if she and Jordan were sudden strangers again, just meeting for the first time. “Then he bought me lunch.”
Jordan didn't answer her. Didn't respond. Only climbed to the trailer and went straight to the small refrigerator and made himself a sandwich, then sat to watch television while he ate. He never even offered her anything and seemed to be trying to ignore her presence.
Now Dolly felt even worse. “Maybe we should've asked him to come with us,” she thought as she took a breath and stared off into space. Then she bravely decided to confront him.
“Are you mad at me or something?” she finally asked after a few more minutes of deafening silence.
Jordan looked to her shortly then his wide eyes returned to the television set. “Why would I be mad at you? Did you get arrested or something?” he asked with a smart aleck tone to his voice now.
“Of course not,” Dolly responded seeing no humor in his question. “You've just been awful quiet this evening. You haven't spoken to me nearly all day.”
“I've been busy. I've got a race to think about. I don't have time to be babysitting.”
“Is that what he considers it now?” she wondered feeling hurt. “Babysitting me?”
“I'll stay out of your way then,” she mumbled as she rose and went to lie on the bed, pouting like a small child. “No wonder he considers it babysitting,” she thought, then raised her head to peer around the corner to see if he were looking in her direction. Wishing he would take notice of her again the way he had last night.
Jordan watched her sadly disappear down the short hallway and felt badly now about the way he had treated her but didn't intend to make any attempt to apologize. He did care a great deal for her...but was afraid to pursue it until she remembered more about her past life. He just had to know if she was married...had a boyfriend, or just what her real name was. Anything. He just couldn't feel right starting a serious relationship with someone who could become a total stranger over night. Or worse...someone else's wife.
“Oh...hell,” he finally blurted then rose and slung his food on the kitchen cabinet. He just couldn't stand having her all upset and lying around crying.
“Damn soft hearted...”
“Not really,” she replied sullenly.
“Ever been to the track before?” he then asked seeing she wasn't too enthused talking about her amnesia.
“I don't know,” she answered with frustration in her voice. She picked up the hotdog and took a bite.
Martin chuckled at her sarcastic reply. After they finished their lunch, Martin again took her by the hand and led her through the crowds and showed her around the rest of the track.
Dolly loved the feel of the excitement that lingered in the air here, watching the drivers working to put the final touches to their cars. She also couldn't believe how many people showed up just to watch them practice.
She forgot they were still holding hands until they entered the building and she saw Jordan sharply glance over in their direction. She quickly pulled away and pushed her hands in her pockets as Martin now joined the rest of the gang. She stayed away and watched from a distance, not wanting to cause Jordan any further embarrassment.
Jordan had finally finished with his car. He motioned at Dolly to follow him. “Where have you been for the last two hours?” he finally asked while they walked back toward the trailer. He didn't seem to really care though, never looking in her direction.
“Martin showed me around the place,” she answered trying not to sound too enthusiastic about it but had actually enjoyed the afternoon with him very much. Dolly looked to her toes while she fidgeted nervously, feeling as if she and Jordan were sudden strangers again, just meeting for the first time. “Then he bought me lunch.”
Jordan didn't answer her. Didn't respond. Only climbed to the trailer and went straight to the small refrigerator and made himself a sandwich, then sat to watch television while he ate. He never even offered her anything and seemed to be trying to ignore her presence.
Now Dolly felt even worse. “Maybe we should've asked him to come with us,” she thought as she took a breath and stared off into space. Then she bravely decided to confront him.
“Are you mad at me or something?” she finally asked after a few more minutes of deafening silence.
Jordan looked to her shortly then his wide eyes returned to the television set. “Why would I be mad at you? Did you get arrested or something?” he asked with a smart aleck tone to his voice now.
“Of course not,” Dolly responded seeing no humor in his question. “You've just been awful quiet this evening. You haven't spoken to me nearly all day.”
“I've been busy. I've got a race to think about. I don't have time to be babysitting.”
“Is that what he considers it now?” she wondered feeling hurt. “Babysitting me?”
“I'll stay out of your way then,” she mumbled as she rose and went to lie on the bed, pouting like a small child. “No wonder he considers it babysitting,” she thought, then raised her head to peer around the corner to see if he were looking in her direction. Wishing he would take notice of her again the way he had last night.
Jordan watched her sadly disappear down the short hallway and felt badly now about the way he had treated her but didn't intend to make any attempt to apologize. He did care a great deal for her...but was afraid to pursue it until she remembered more about her past life. He just had to know if she was married...had a boyfriend, or just what her real name was. Anything. He just couldn't feel right starting a serious relationship with someone who could become a total stranger over night. Or worse...someone else's wife.
“Oh...hell,” he finally blurted then rose and slung his food on the kitchen cabinet. He just couldn't stand having her all upset and lying around crying.
“Damn soft hearted...”
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