南茜·B.布斯/NancgB·Gibbs
Myhusband,Roy,hadalwayswantedtoplaygolf.
,wewereinformedbyourtwinsons,BradandChad,nowyoungadults,,,buthehadlostinterestseveralyearsearlier.
,,hewantedtosharetheexperiencewithme.
“Letsgotothegolfcourse,”hebeggedoneSaturdayafternoon.
“WhyonearthwouldIwanttoplaygolf?”Iasked.
“Youcandrivethecart,”hereplied.“Please.”Isawapitifullookonhisface-justlikealittleboywithnomoneyinacandystore.
Myfirstthoughtwas,“SureIcan,.”Ilookedbackathissadfaceandfinallyagreedtogo.
“Nowhowlongwillthistake?”Iasked,withatwingeofresentmentsinmyvoice.
“Wewillonlyplaynineholes,”.
,Roystartedtryingtoteachmetherulesoftheroad.
“Whatrules?”Ishouted,asItookoffdrivingfullspeed.
“Slowdown,”.“Youcanonlydriveindesignatedspots,”hesternlyinformedme.
“Andwhoisgoingtostopme?”.
Whenwereachedtheteeboxatholenumberone,,.
Hehittheball,.
Oh,thisisfun,Ichidedhim.
Welljustgetanotherball,heplacatedme,asheopenedthepouchonhisgolfbagandpulledoneout.
Backwewenttotheteebox.“Thiscouldtakeallafternoon,”,,.“Whatwasthebigdeal?”Iwondered.
,whileIwatchedthesquirrelsandrabbitsplay.
,“toomuchworkandtoolittleplay”,agolfcourseromancewasborn.
Bythetimewegottowholenumbersix,,helookedsocutetryingtokeepupwiththatlittlewhiteball.
Whenwegottoholenumberseven,Isensedthathewaswatchingmemorethantheball.“Keepyoureyeontheball,”Ireprimandedhim.
“ButIcant,”hereplied.“Ilikelookingatyou.”
Atthatpoint,,hedidn’,’tknowifhewasholdingonfordearlifeorifheenjoyedholdingmyhand,butnevertheless,.
