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He was being ridiculous. He knew that. He didn't need anyone to tell him that. And he had been stupid. He knew that too. Lucille was gone for three weeks. He should have left then. But he couldn't. He wanted to see her one more time. And he had. But that was six times ago. He paced his almost empty livingroom, clenching his jaw continously and raking his hair with his hand. Even before she left, he was staying in town when he shouldn't have. He had no business there. If he did it was for a night... or a day but only to see his sponsors. There were no races here. So why was he still hanging around when he was supposed to leave? For one obvious reason that was completely and utterly ridiculous. Lucille Lawes... nee Lawes. He couldn't be more pathetic. He grabbed his car keys. A final stupid decision he planned to carry out.

Lucille opened the front door, confused and groggy. "Wes." Seeing him woke her up completely. "Hi. It's really early. What are you-"