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Toto was sure he read unexpected tension in Lewis when he arrived for lunch. What he had not expected was the earth-shattering magnitude of the bomb Lewis dropped.
Toto remained controlled, found the platitudes and reassurances for this great racer (friend?) who was, in the end, a man chasing a dream. Lunch continued.
Only after Lewis had departed (more relaxed now than for years, Toto thought) and meetings were arranged could Toto pause. He dropped onto a sofa, chewing a knuckle as he stared at the unremarkable grey sky.
A nothing sort of day for the end of a dream.