Budweiser of this!â He puts his hands in the air and then draws them apart to form the banner he sees in his mind. âThe Veritas Grit World Championship Belt-Sander Races!â
âThink wild!â says Dwight. âDream, Benny!â
âHold on!â Benny says, putting his arm around my shoulders. âWait a minute! We could put Walter here in it! Walter here could talk about being a world-class belt-sander racer, and how he would never race without Veritas Grit.â
âGreat idea, Benny!â
âExcept Iâm not a world-class belt-sander racer,â I say.
Benny gives me a quizzical look. âOf course youâre not,â he says. âNobody is. Itâs just a fantasy weâre having.â Then the significance of that hits himâheâs seriously considering staking his career on a fantasyâand I watch his face go through a couple of surreal changes while he wrestles with that. âWeâd be manufacturing a craze, Walter. Weâd be sponsoring a sporting event, the way Budweiser does. Nobody in the abrasives industry has ever done that before. They never had a sport to sponsor!â
âBenjamin meant youâd be in the video as an actor,â Dwight says. âYou rememberâacting? Your niche in life? Youâd be acting as though you were a world-class belt-sander racer.â
âOh, acting,â I say.
âHe gets it now,â Dwight says to Benny. Then he lowers his voice and points to his head. âA lot of actors are not really all thatâyou know.â
âWe wouldnât need Einstein,â Benny says. Then he slaps Dwight in the belly. âIâm liking this! Winners use Veritas Grit!â
When the races resume, a few men have removed parts of their sandersâ housings to lighten them up, but these half-naked creatures run very wrong, sucking sawdusty wind and finally choking out altogether. Heat after heat, the rogue Makita narrows the field, Anita memorializing its conquest on videotape. I watch her pan for cutaways of an ecstatic Benny cheering from the sidelines. âGo, Veritas Grit!â he cries, urging his sander on with thrusts of his arms, and even here in the pandemonium I can see how nicely those shots will work when the tape is cut together, what a pro Anita really is.
In the end itâs Hippie Trash versus Veritas Grit, as Dwight and Tempesto always knew it would be. The men put new belts on their sanders for the finals. I go to trackside to catch the action live. Veritas Gritâs gears must be wearing down because the first runoff looks like a tie to me. I glance back at Anita to see if she got the photo finish, but sheâs standing there holding her belly, looking like a person who just ate the entire lump of wasabi from her sushi dinner, thinking it was something else.
Rebecca has seen her, too, and beats me there. âThe baby!â she says.
Tempesto calls a time-out and sneaks off to put new gears into Veritas Grit. Dwight hustles over and hugs his wife. âNow look,â he says. âEverybody stay cool. Thereâs ten minutes left in this, and I donât see why we canât take care of business and have a baby, too.â
âDwight, you swine,â Rebecca says.
âRebecca, Iâm closing an important business deal. We need this business to buy Pampers and strollers and everything, O.K.? Is your car air-conditioned? No? Here, trade keys with me. You and Walter take Anita to the hospital in the Bonneville, and Iâll be over in a half hour in your car. You wonât even be in labor yet, honey,â he tells Anita.
âSheâs in labor right now!â
âSheâs just starting, Rebecca. You realize this will probably go on for about twenty-four hours? We went to the Lamaze classes, didnât we, babe?â
âYou went to the first one,â Anita says, not bitterly, just sticking up for the facts.
âWe know what to
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