Chapter 6
That summer was magic. Mysteriously the smoky, noisy parties ceased. Whether he’d suspected those letters had come from me, I didn’t know. They were never mentioned. Soon he gave me a tour of his big house and it was awesome. There was still much to do he said but he had plenty of time. He was semi-retired and would take full retirement the following year. His many years as a senior corporate executive made for a comfortable retirement with full benefits.
He had moved here from the large city north of us to escape the hustle and bustle of city life. He had been divorced for five years. Their parting was nothing more than just a growing apart in interest and her desire to want more than he could give her, not in material things but in things of the heart. Loving her wasn’t enough…she wanted excitement and brand new kind of passion and her emotional demands began to destroy what love he’d felt for her so any passion that may have been there was disappearing. Their son and daughter was grown and lived across the country where they’d chosen year round warm weather to our dismal and blustery winters.
Although the house he bought was of the old style and most would say he was crazy to buy such a big house just for himself, it was what he wanted…lots of rooms to fill with things he’d dreamed of someday owning.
He wanted a room for a complete library with wall to wall bookshelves. He wanted a room for an in-home office; one for a den with leather furniture, several bedrooms with a huge one for the master bedroom filled with a king size bed and old rustic dressers and upholstered chairs. Oh he had dreams and I knew he’d make them all come true.
Yes, that summer drifted along on soft winds of growing love. That fear that swirled around inside me was gone by fall. It dissipated with his sweet words and tender kisses that in time turned to passion. His attentiveness remained steady and his dependability reassuring.
We attended every country fair and festival we could find. We nosed around thrift shops by the dozen and traveled all the back roads on long Sunday afternoon drives. We sat in old country taverns and drank cold beer and danced to old music from the jukebox. We walked hand in hand the river trails and played in parks on the swings and merry-go-rounds.
Fall came and we raked leaves and played in the piles like kids. We soon had to store summer stuff away for the coming winter. The holidays that year were the best I’d known in a long, long time.
Throughout the winter we traveled. In January he took full retirement then he took me to see New York City and Las Vegas.
We took a trip to Mexico and one to the Bahamas. He introduced me to a more elegant life than I ever dreamed I’d know…executive holiday parties, buying me fancy long dresses and turning this “stuck in blue jeans” gal into a princess. He took me to the theater and art museums.
My head was whirling with it all. Yet a tiny part of me was wondering when it would come to an end…good things just never seemed to last in my world.
To be continued....
Copyright blbadgley
05/10/08
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