第三章 有一种幸福叫守候（6）（2/2）
《世界上最温情的故事》作者：吴文智 2017-04-14 12:57
he had so much fun, he wanted to share the experience with me.
“Let’s go to the golf course,” he begged one Saturday afternoon.
“Why on earth would I want to play golf?” I asked.
“You can drive the cart,” he replied. “Please.” I saw a pitiful look on his face— just like a little boy with no money in a candy store.
My first thought was, “Sure I can, but I could also drive my car to the mall. It would be cooler and a lot more fun.” I looked back at his sad face and finally agreed to go.
“Now how long will this take?” I asked, with a twinge of resentments in my voice.
“We will only play nine holes,” he said. He whistled as he got his equipment together. We headed for the green grass of the golf course.
I moaned as I got out of the car and sat down in the driver’s seat of a little white golf cart. This was not my idea of a good time. Before I started up the engine, Roy started trying to teach me the rules of the road.
“What rules?” I shouted, as I took off driving full speed.
“Slow down,” he begged. I laughed and kept driving. “You can only drive in designated spots,” he sternly informed me.
“And who is going to stop me?” I joked. I was already feeling rebellious.
When we reached the tee box at hole number one, he was shaking his head. It was clear that he was relieved to get off the speeding golf cart. He set up for his first swing while I watched, wondering why people think golf is so much fun. It looked mighty boring to me.
He hit the ball, but had no idea where it went. For the next fifteen minutes we searched for it.
Oh, this is fun, I chided him.
We’ll just get another ball, “he placated me, as he opened the pouch on his golf bag and pulled one out.
Back we went to the tee box. “This could take all afternoon,” I grumbled to myself. When Roy hit the ball a second time, we found it down the fairways a little way. After quite a few strokes, the ball went into the hole. I can’t remember the last time I saw my husband that happy. “What was the big deal?” I wondered.
“Let’s go to the golf course,” he begged one Saturday afternoon.
“Why on earth would I want to play golf?” I asked.
“You can drive the cart,” he replied. “Please.” I saw a pitiful look on his face— just like a little boy with no money in a candy store.
My first thought was, “Sure I can, but I could also drive my car to the mall. It would be cooler and a lot more fun.” I looked back at his sad face and finally agreed to go.
“Now how long will this take?” I asked, with a twinge of resentments in my voice.
“We will only play nine holes,” he said. He whistled as he got his equipment together. We headed for the green grass of the golf course.
I moaned as I got out of the car and sat down in the driver’s seat of a little white golf cart. This was not my idea of a good time. Before I started up the engine, Roy started trying to teach me the rules of the road.
“What rules?” I shouted, as I took off driving full speed.
“Slow down,” he begged. I laughed and kept driving. “You can only drive in designated spots,” he sternly informed me.
“And who is going to stop me?” I joked. I was already feeling rebellious.
When we reached the tee box at hole number one, he was shaking his head. It was clear that he was relieved to get off the speeding golf cart. He set up for his first swing while I watched, wondering why people think golf is so much fun. It looked mighty boring to me.
He hit the ball, but had no idea where it went. For the next fifteen minutes we searched for it.
Oh, this is fun, I chided him.
We’ll just get another ball, “he placated me, as he opened the pouch on his golf bag and pulled one out.
Back we went to the tee box. “This could take all afternoon,” I grumbled to myself. When Roy hit the ball a second time, we found it down the fairways a little way. After quite a few strokes, the ball went into the hole. I can’t remember the last time I saw my husband that happy. “What was the big deal?” I wondered.