Lucy has been a street racer her whole life. Cars surrounded her life and the streets were her track. Until the day she decided to try out for professional racing on a real racetrack. Unfortunately, racing on the track isn't what she thought and she...
- A lot of the pictures have the same girl in them, who is she?
Marshall put down his fork:
- To you she's nobody.
- Well yeah, but to you, I bet she's quite the somebody.
- Listen, Lucy, it doesn't matter who she is and don't ask again. - Marshall continued eating.
- Come on, tell me, why are you so stubborn?
- Lucy, shut up. Also, I'm not stubborn, I'm just realistic.
- ...I hear how you talk with the crew and other drivers.
- And?
- I don't know, it just feels you have this unjustified constant hatred towards me.
- Well it's not hatred, it's more annoyance because of your race times. I'm going to sleep, you should too. Also, fewer questions.
Marshall went to his room and closed the door. Lucy had a laptop in her room, she waited until midnight and went out in the hallway. She grabbed a flashlight and found a photo album she had located with her eyes a couple of hours ago. Lucy took the album and speeded off to her room and closed the door.
She laid down on her bed and started flipping through pictures. The pictures were put together in chronological order, behind every picture there was a description.
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"1965, Arthur smoking a cigarette after hearing the results of 1965 Le Mans."
- What a beautiful picture. - Lucy chuckled by herself.
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"1971, waiting for Arthur."
A couple of pictures later Lucy saw the guys dressed in black sitting by the table. "Arthurs funeral" was written on the back of the picture. She was extremely intrigued by every picture she saw.
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"1971, Scotty switching into the race."
Lucy was smiling throughout the whole album. She looked at all the pictures in the album. Before the last picture, there was a fat envelope. It wasn't glued shut so Lucy invited herself to take a look inside. Every picture in the envelope had the same girl that she saw on the wall. All of them were labeled, just like all the others:
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"Carla's first car bought with her own money, 1997"
- 1997? The picture looks way older. - Lucy was whispering to herself.
She took a better look at the writing, there was more scribbled text written a lot later than the original description:
"She always loved the feel of classic cars but bought a British car (she thought the steering wheel difference wouldn't matter)"
Lucy kept looking through the pictures:
"Carla's first time behind the wheel"
"Carla's first podium"
"Carla's first victory"
"Carla - champion"
"Carla deemed unbeatable by her fans"
- Huh, this Carla girl was quite something. - Lucy closed the envelope.
As Lucy stuffed the envelope with the pictures she took out she noticed one last picture she hadn't looked at. It was fully colored and Lucy smiled, recognizing the face she was looking at.
"Lucy's first time in the Lamborghini"
- You done? - Marshall was standing in the doorway with a glass of whiskey.
- I'm so sorry, - Lucy startled, - I didn't mean to...
- Yes you did. Gosh, you're gonna be the end of me. Whatever, did you see any interesting?
- Umm, yeah, how did Arthur die?
- That's your first question? - Arthur sat down on her bed and finished his drink, - heart attack, the old man knew something like that was going to happen to him.
- What happened in 1965 Le Mans? - Lucy pointed at the picture of Arthur.
- Oh come on, you don't know? Ford lost once again.
- Oh yeah, that's the Ford and Ferrari thing, right?
- Correct. Any other questions? Since you've already looked at the pictures if I don't answer your questions you'll ask the crew.
- I'm sorry to ask again, but who's Carla? - Lucy was nervous. - Was she your kid? Or your wife?
Marshall took a breath to compose himself.
- ...She was a racer. She moved to the USA when she was five with her family from Spain. Years later she showed up to one of our auditions that we don't do anymore. The moment she sat behind the steering wheel I knew she was a natural. Some even said she was a prodigy. God, she flew across every track like a falcon hunting its prey. I signed her into the team and from day one she was incredible. One race after another she was taking titles like it was a kids game. Gosh, she was incredible, better than anyone I've ever seen. She's the one who set the lap record on our track, that time hasn't changed for sixteen years, and trust me, we tried to beat it.
- She sounds amazing.
- She was so much more than amazing, - Marshall let out a smile.
- That's the first time I've seen you smile, ever.
- You know Lucy, I never had a family, I just didn't need one, but Carla was the closest thing I had to a daughter.
- So what happened? - Lucy got braver.
Marshall went to the kitchen and poured himself another glass of whiskey. Lucy followed him into the kitchen.
