第三章 有一种幸福叫守候（7）
《世界上最温情的故事》作者：吴文智 2017-04-14 12:57
第三章 有一种幸福叫守候（7）
The driving game was on. We were off and speeding to the next hole. I was driving the cart and he was walking. He said he needed the exercise but I knew he was afraid of my driving. He spent a great deal of time hitting the ball and then looking for it, while I watched the squirrels and rabbits play.
Something entirely unexpected happened by the time we reached the fifth hole. We were laughing, harder than we had in many years. The financial stress associated with putting three kids through college was gone. The strain of “too much work and too little play” was replaced by happy hearts and smiling faces. To my utter amazement, a golf course romance was born.
By the time we got to whole number six, I had fallen in love again. I felt like a young bride accompanying her prince charming. Suddenly, he looked so cute trying to keep up with that little white ball.
When we got to hole number seven, I sensed that he was watching me more than the ball. “Keep your eye on the ball,” I reprimanded him.
“But I can’t,” he replied. “I like looking at you.”
At that point, he decided that he would ride with me again. This time, he didn’t get upset when I drove too fast. By the time we reached hole number eight, we were holding hands. I don’t know if he was holding on for dear life or if he enjoyed holding my hand, but nevertheless, I liked it. It had been a long while since we last held hands.
The last hole, number nine, was the best hole of all. Before he stepped off the cart, he leaned over and kissed me. “I’m glad you came,” he said. “I had so much fun.”
“Can we come back next week?” I asked. A smile covered his face and mine.
“Yes, and next time we’l
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The driving game was on. We were off and speeding to the next hole. I was driving the cart and he was walking. He said he needed the exercise but I knew he was afraid of my driving. He spent a great deal of time hitting the ball and then looking for it, while I watched the squirrels and rabbits play.
Something entirely unexpected happened by the time we reached the fifth hole. We were laughing, harder than we had in many years. The financial stress associated with putting three kids through college was gone. The strain of “too much work and too little play” was replaced by happy hearts and smiling faces. To my utter amazement, a golf course romance was born.
By the time we got to whole number six, I had fallen in love again. I felt like a young bride accompanying her prince charming. Suddenly, he looked so cute trying to keep up with that little white ball.
When we got to hole number seven, I sensed that he was watching me more than the ball. “Keep your eye on the ball,” I reprimanded him.
“But I can’t,” he replied. “I like looking at you.”
At that point, he decided that he would ride with me again. This time, he didn’t get upset when I drove too fast. By the time we reached hole number eight, we were holding hands. I don’t know if he was holding on for dear life or if he enjoyed holding my hand, but nevertheless, I liked it. It had been a long while since we last held hands.
The last hole, number nine, was the best hole of all. Before he stepped off the cart, he leaned over and kissed me. “I’m glad you came,” he said. “I had so much fun.”
“Can we come back next week?” I asked. A smile covered his face and mine.
“Yes, and next time we’l