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1. I don't know these people, I'll bet they were kind and wonderful.
2. I make it all up, no ill will is intended.
Paulina is a newlywed. Her dear husband's name is Sam and he is a quiet, kind man. He just doesn't know about Paulina's secret life. She knows she should tell him...but how? How can she possibly explain that every night after Sam goes to sleep she slips out the back door into the darkness.
She creeps down the dusty path to the ramshackle barn far from the silent house where her sweet husband is dreaming. As she opens the big barn door, it creaks on it's hinges and the full moon shines in on Paulina's dream. It is a car that Sam thinks is a normal, family car that transports them to the little white church each Sunday morning, shuttles them to the mill and the General Store in the middle of town, chariots the two of them on Saturday eve's to the square dance at the edge of town. But to Paulina it means freedom and the wind in her hair and speed!
As she climbs into the seat behind the wheel and begins to exit the barn headed to the usual spot just outside of town, she anticipates tonight's race. She has beat the men all but one- and tonight is the showdown. Paulina is a legend among the secret night group of racers. She drives off into the cool night air; crickets chirping their cheers, "Go Paulina! Go Paulina!" When she arrives, the men are all there waiting for her.
She knows she has to tell Sam her secret. She is finding it hard to make it through the day's chores without yawning incessantly and the dark circles are getting harder to conceal. She worries that one of the men will tell her secret before she can tell it first. That would crush poor Sam! He just has to be able to understand that she finds the greatest joy while racing under the moon, dusty clouds behind her, going all of 45 mph!!
She vows that if she wins this race tonight she will tell Sam. She will tell him at the breakfast table gazing at him lovingly through tired eyes and in between the yawns.
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