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by K. G. MacGregor

and besides, she enjoyed it. And

  she was shocked when Lou had

  mentioned Angela; she hadn't

  expected something so below the

  belt.

  A lone figure entered the pro

  shop, hesitating for a moment at

  the door, then wending through

  the racks to the end of the

  counter where the blonde pored

  over her order list.

  "Hi, Marty."

  Marty's heart raced at the sound

  of the familiar deep voice. Looking

  up, she met the tired blue eyes in

  a quiet gaze. From the look of

  things, Marty wasn't the only one

  who'd missed some sleep.

  "Hey, Lou."

  "Could we… go somewhere and

  talk… in private?" the tall woman

  asked nervously.

  The golf pro gestured toward the

  fitting room. "That closet is about

  the only place."

  Quietly, the two women walked

  into the small room and closed the

  door. Marty turned to face her

  lover. "Okay?"

  Louise nodded solemnly. "Marty,

  I'm sorry. It was wrong, what I

  said. Especially that part about

  Angela. I'm so ashamed of

  myself.""

  The petite woman's insides were

  jumping up and down with

  excitement, but her face remained

  stoic.

  Louise continued. "Really, it was…

  uncalled for. I don't handle being

  jealous very well."

  "You had no reason to be jealous,

  Lou."

  "I… I know. It was childish of me.

  It's just that I thought your '50-

  cent surcharge' line was kind of

  cute, and I wanted it to be just

  for me," she admitted, the

  corners of her mouth turning up in

  a bashful smile.

  Relief coursed through Marty's

  veins as she took in the obviously

  contrite Louise Stevens, who was

  saying everything she needed to

  hear. Taking the long hand in her

  own, she rubbed her thumb along

  the back of the palm.

  "I hate to disappoint you, Lou, but

  I bet I've used that line 500

  times. And I bet I've

  complimented a thousand women,

  maybe two. But in the past eight

  years…” she stepped closer, "I've

  only kissed one."

  Comforted by Marty's admission,

  Louise brought her mouth lower to

  meet the approaching lips. As soon

  as they touched, she reached

  forward and drew the stocky

  woman tight to her chest. The kiss

  that followed was hard, conveying

  feelings more like desperation

  than passion. "Will you forgive

  me?"

  "Absolutely." The petite blonde

  rested her forehead underneath

  Louise's chin.

  "Marty, I have something for you,

  if you'll take it, that is." Louise

  fished into her pocket and

  brought out the pin. "It's a pin for

  your lapel, or your collar, or just

  on your vest."

  Marty drew back to get a look at

  what Lou was holding. She'd left

  her glasses on the counter in the

  other room and was having trouble

  making out what the pin looked

  like. "Is that a diamond?"

  "Yeah, but just a little one. This

  was Rhonda's. I gave it to her for

  Christmas one year. I liked it, and

  she used to wear it a lot. I'd like

  for you to have it, Marty."

  The golf pro was deeply touched

  by the gesture, but there was no

  way she could take something so

  precious. "Lou, I don't think I

  should."

  "Please take it." Not taking no for an answer, Louise snaked her long

  fingers underneath the golfer's

  vest and pinned it into place on the

  left shoulder. "It'll be nice to be

  able to look at it again."

  Marty touched it and tested to

  make sure it was secure. She was

  overwhelmed that Lou was giving

  her something so important.

  "Thank you," she whispered.

  Louise pulled her into a second

  kiss, this one tender, almost

  chaste. "Thank you for wearing it,"

  she said as the kiss ended. "Now,

  are we still on for a round of

  golf?"

  "You bet," Marty grinned.

  Marty stepped out onto the deck

  carrying two glasses of red wine.

  "You coming, Petie?"

  The dog scampered out in reply.

  Marty had tacked chicken wire

  around the edges of the deck to

  keep the pooch from slipping off

  between the railings. This way, he

  could sit outside whenever they

  did.

  Louise sat sideways on the padded

  swing, an obvious invitation for

  her lover to join her. "Can I talk to

  you about something, sweetie?"

  "Sure." It had been a couple of

  days since their fight, and while

  they appeared to have survived it,

  Louise had seemed a little

  melancholy.

  "It's about… how I got so jealous

  the other day."

  "It's okay, honey. I told you, you

  can trust me." Marty leaned back

  into her lover's arms as they

  rocked gently.

  "I know… I think I was… reacting

  to something else, not to you." The

  older woman's voice was subdued.

  "I hadn't really thought about it in

  a long time, but in the last couple

  of days, it seems like I've been

  thinking about it all the time."

  "What is it, Lou?"

  Louise sighed deeply. She'd never

  told this story to another soul.

  "Rhonda cheated on me once. It

  nearly killed me, Marty."

  The blonde woman tried to sit up

  but Lou squeezed her tighter

  around the waist. She relaxed

  again and started to softly stroke

  the long forearms. "If you want to

  talk about it, I'll listen."

  "It was a long time ago, March of

  1980. I remember the date

  because it's when my father died.

  He was really sick and my

  brothers and I worked out a

  schedule for sitting with him. I

  was supposed to go down to

  Wheeling on Friday and stay the

  night, and Hiram was going to go

  on Saturday. Just before I left,

  he called and asked me if I could

  switch days with him. I had

  already taken the day off from

  school, so I hung around the

  house and fixed a nice romantic

  dinner for Rhonda and me for

  when she got home. Except that

  she didn't come home.

  "So I cleaned everything up and

  the next morning, I went on down

  to the nursing home. I called

  Rhonda that night to tell her that

  I'd be home on Sunday and she

  something like 'good, because I

  sure was lonely in that big old bed

  last night.
' I asked her what she

  did and she said she'd come home

  and watched TV.

  "I couldn't understand her lying to

  me, but I figured after 13 years

  together, there was only one thing

  she'd lie about. That night, my

  father died and after we got

  through that, I just didn't want to

  deal with it.

  "We were at Hiram's house that

  summer and he said something

  about how he wished he hadn't

  asked me to switch nights so he

  could have been with Daddy when

  he died. Rhonda figured it all out,

  then she finally asked me why I'd

  never said anything. I told her

  that I just didn't want to know

  anything about it, so I'd

  appreciate it if she didn't say

  anymore."

  "And you never got the story?"

  "I already had the story. The

  details weren't important."

  "And she never apologized?"

  "Well, I got flowers the next day.

  I knew that Rhonda really loved

  me, and it took a little while, but I

  forgave her. I never had to

  question again whether or not she

  strayed."

  "You won't ever have to worry

  about that with me, Lou. I felt bad

  about what I did to Angela back

  then, but I felt a lot worse about

  what I'd done to myself. It took a

  long time to get over it. I don't

  ever want to feel like that again."

  "You're sweet, Marty. And you're

  so good for me."

  Hearing these kinds of things

  from this woman she loved so

  much made Marty's heart want to

  jump out of her chest. "I love you,

  Lou."

  "I love you, too."

  The summer flew by in a blur, with

  Marty working six days a week

  and Louise taking a side trip back

  to Pennsylvania to visit her

  brothers. In early October, the

  women were already starting to

  pack for the return to Florida.

  "You want to leave some stuff

  here, Lou? You know, in case we

  can get away for a week during

  the winter."

  "What happens here in the

  wintertime?"

  "It snows."

  "And just why would anyone want

  to come back to that?"

  "Good point. But you can leave

  whatever you don't think you'll

  need in Florida and it will be here

  when we get back next May."

  Louise smiled at Marty's easy

  assumption that they'd be doing

  this again a year from now. They

  hadn't actually talked about

  "forever" kind of stuff, but they were sure going through the

  motions.

  Katie and her husband Brian were

  trying to work on their marriage

  and he was now down in Cape Coral

  working construction. They were

  all living in Marty's two-bedroom

  duplex, so it just made sense that

  Marty could move her things over

  to Louise's house.

  But that invitation didn't go over

  as well as the retired

  schoolteacher had hoped.

  "I don't know, Lou. I mean, sure,

  I'll probably end up staying there

  most nights, but I think I ought to

  keep getting my mail and stuff at

  my place." She could see right

  away a look of hurt on her

  beautiful lover's face.

  "If that's what you want, Marty,

  but I don't understand why you

  want to go through all that bother

  of going back and forth like that."

  Apparently, the separation was

  important, and Louise couldn't help

  but be hurt by that. She'd

  abandoned her home for six

  months to come here with Marty.

  The golf pro knew how foolish it

  sounded to keep her things in one

  place and sleep in another, but

  giving up her home would put her

  in a pretty vulnerable spot. "Look,

  I know it sounds pretty stupid, but

  the last time I moved into

  somebody else's house, she threw

  me out. Now I'm not saying that I

  plan on getting thrown out again or

  anything, but I'd like to think that

  I can't just be tossed on the

  street again. You know what I'm

  saying?"

  "You're worried if you move in

  that I might ask you to leave?"

  Marty nodded. "I mean, if we had

  a fight or something…"

  "Sweetheart, we're going to argue

  about things from time to time,

  but I'm not going to just ask you

  to leave on a whim."

  Logically, Marty understood that.

  But her fears wouldn't let her

  give up that little piece of control

  she had, even to Louise. Hell, they

  had almost split up back in June

  over Charlene Rogers!

  In the end, they agreed to the

  status quo, with Marty knowing

  she was welcome to stay each and

  every night, and that she could

  bring whatever she wanted to

  Louise's house.

  Louise stretched out to silence the

  obnoxious alarm. From the bed,

  she could see the leaves swirling

  in the wind on the back deck.

  Marty hated windy days on the

  golf course.

  "Sweetheart, it's time to get up."

  "Mmmmmm," she groaned, "don't feel like it."

  "You want to sleep a little longer?

  I'll take Petie out and we'll just

  have some oatmeal for breakfast."

  "No, I'll do it. Morning's are my

  job."

  "Silly thing. I've only got two jobs:

  Petie and you. Go back to sleep. I'll

  wake you when breakfast is almost

  ready."

  Louise slipped out of bed and into

  the kitchen, setting up the drip

  coffeemaker. Going back for her

  heavy robe and slippers, she saw

  that Marty was again fast asleep.

  The blonde woman hadn't felt very

  good when they'd gone to bed last

  night. Louise hoped she wasn't

  getting sick.

  Petie waited patiently for his

  leash, but almost balked at going

  out into the crisp October air.

  When he was little and they lived

  in that cold place, he used to wear

  sweaters outside on chilly days. He

  remembered well the first time

  his mistress had knitted one

  herself. It was kind of long, he

  recalled, and practically covered

  his… you know. The first time he

  wore it proved pretty humiliating

  for both of them, and they hadn't

  spoken of it again.

  Anyway, here they were, walking

  across the frosty grass to the

  place where he always started his

  day. It wasn't worth hanging

  around for all those smells in this

  nippy air, so he quickly took care

  of business, scuffing his feet

  backwards to cover his tracks.

  Boy,
it felt good to be back inside.

  Soon he'd have breakfast and

  there was a spot over by the

  sliding glass door that got good

  sun in the morning.

  Louise poured two cups of coffee

  and returned to the bedroom.

  "Marty? Here you go, baby. It's

  time to get up."

  The petite blonde stretched and

  finally pulled herself to a sitting

  position. "Thanks," she said

  groggily as she reached for the

  steaming cup. "I'll get dressed and

  be right out." The nature of her

  work meant that Marty always

  bathed in the evening, while

  Louise was more of a morning

  person.

  In a few minutes, the golf pro

  stumbled into the family room

  where the dining table was already

  set.

  "Honey, you don't look so good.

  Are you sure you should be going

  to work today?"

  "I'll be fine. I'm just tired. A nice

  hot breakfast should do the

  trick."

  Louise obliged with a piping hot

  bowl of oatmeal with blueberries

  and cream. "You're going to need a

  heavier jacket, sweetheart. It's

  cool and windy out there."

  "That's okay. I'll be working in

  the pro shop most of the day."

  Marty stood up and leaned over

  for a kiss.

  "Will you call me later to let me

  know how you're doing?"

  "Okay. Have a good day, Lou."

  Marty disappeared out the front

  door. She had four more days at

  the club in North Carolina before

  the end of the season. Then

  they'd take a two-week vacation

  before she started back at Pine

  Island.

  Marty walked through the racks,

  straightening the pants and

  jackets and buttoning all the

  shirts. Virtually everything was on

  sale here at the end of the

  season, and she eyed two outfits

  in a size 12 that would look good

  on Lou. If they were still here at

  the end of the week, she'd pick

  them up for Christmas presents.

  Only a few dozen golfers were on

  the course today; no surprise,

  given the windy conditions. It was

  one thing to play in the heat, but

  few golfers wanted to give up a

  stroke on every hole to the wind.

  "Hey, Marty! You 'bout ready to

  head back to Florida?" Jerry

  Bainbridge never missed a chance

  to play golf, no matter what the

  weather.

  "Hi, Jerry. Yeah, I'm mostly

  packed." Marty grabbed the rack

  in hopes of fighting off a dizzy

  spell.

  "When do you go?"

  She could barely hear the man.

  "We're going to…” The room was

  starting to spin. Marty tried to

  focus on the rack of shirts as

 

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