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Authors: Heather McVea
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conversation took this turn, and it seemed it almost always did, Alison was torn between being touched that Elaine was comfortable enough to ask and being horrified she was asking. “I see lots of people, Mom.” Alison couldn’t help giving her mother a little grief.
Elaine huffed. “You know what I mean.”
Alison did know, and sadly the last few times she and her mother had broached the topic of her love life, the answer was the same. “I’m not seeing anyone.” She wasn’t about to tell her mother she had a major crush on a quasi-student who had stood her up and then nearly given her a heart attack.
Alison was saved from further discussion by the sound of the house alarm beeping, as the front door was opened. “Oh, look at that, they’re back.” She rushed back into the house, leaving an amused Elaine sipping her wine.
“It’s a two stroke penalty if you accidentally kick the ball with your foot, Chad.” Wayne handed his son a Shiner Bock beer from the large stainless steel sub-zero refrigerator.
“I didn’t kick it . I slipped.” Chad took a drink of the cold beer.
Julia and Gayle leaned against the counter with annoyed expressions on their faces. “Jesus, can you let it go? We all had a crappy round.” Julia always seemed to look immaculate even after running one of her many marathons. Tonight was no exception. Her thick, brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her electric blue Nike golf shorts hit her just above the knee, and complemented the matching white, sleeveless Dri-FIT shirt she was wearing.
Gayle rolled her eyes. “I second that.” Chad’s wife took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the filter tap. Alison had always thought she was an attractive woman. She had a lean build and sandy blonde hair that she kept cut short. Her features were rounder than her frame suggested, but she had a beautiful smile with two perfectly placed dimples on either cheek.
Wayne looked at Alison. “It’s two strokes , right?” He was pouring himself a generous amount of Maker’s Mark as he looked expectantly at his daughter.
She had found herself in these tie breaker situations before, and it always made Alison uncomfortable. “Nope.” She waved her hands in front of her. “I’m not a part of this.” She turned and walked back toward the deck. “Dinner’s nearly ready.”
Walking back to the deck, Alison poured another glass of wine and sat back down at the table. “Need some help?”
Elaine was pulling the small foil packs that contained an assortment of vegetables off the grill. “I’ve got it. Did you let the brood know dinner was almost ready?”
Before Alison could answer, the remaining members of the dinner party made their way onto the deck. “He hadn’t had his teeth cleaned in over ten years, and he’s a smoker.” Chad was regaling the group with a dental war story.
“That’s disgusting.” Jules had joined her father and had a glass of bourbon in her hand as she took a seat next to Alison. “What does that even look like?”
“Enough .” Elaine interrupted as she sat a platter of grilled vegetables in the center of the table. “That’s not good dinner talk.”
Chad sat down across the table from his sisters, and then leaned over, his voice lowered. “The Ganges River - at low tide - in the summer.”
Gayle, who had sat down next to her husband , cringed. “And I let you touch me with those hands.”
The table erupted in laughter. “Hey, I wear gloves.”
“I don’t know that there’s latex thick enough, my love.” Gayle leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Elaine, let us help.”
Shaking her head, Elaine plated the chicken breasts, and made her way to the table. “It’s done.” Putting the plat ter down, she looked over at her husband who was standing at the railing of the deck with his bourbon in one hand and his iPhone in the other. “Wayne. Dinner.”
The man nodded absently and went back to typing on the
Elaine huffed. “You know what I mean.”
Alison did know, and sadly the last few times she and her mother had broached the topic of her love life, the answer was the same. “I’m not seeing anyone.” She wasn’t about to tell her mother she had a major crush on a quasi-student who had stood her up and then nearly given her a heart attack.
Alison was saved from further discussion by the sound of the house alarm beeping, as the front door was opened. “Oh, look at that, they’re back.” She rushed back into the house, leaving an amused Elaine sipping her wine.
“It’s a two stroke penalty if you accidentally kick the ball with your foot, Chad.” Wayne handed his son a Shiner Bock beer from the large stainless steel sub-zero refrigerator.
“I didn’t kick it . I slipped.” Chad took a drink of the cold beer.
Julia and Gayle leaned against the counter with annoyed expressions on their faces. “Jesus, can you let it go? We all had a crappy round.” Julia always seemed to look immaculate even after running one of her many marathons. Tonight was no exception. Her thick, brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her electric blue Nike golf shorts hit her just above the knee, and complemented the matching white, sleeveless Dri-FIT shirt she was wearing.
Gayle rolled her eyes. “I second that.” Chad’s wife took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the filter tap. Alison had always thought she was an attractive woman. She had a lean build and sandy blonde hair that she kept cut short. Her features were rounder than her frame suggested, but she had a beautiful smile with two perfectly placed dimples on either cheek.
Wayne looked at Alison. “It’s two strokes , right?” He was pouring himself a generous amount of Maker’s Mark as he looked expectantly at his daughter.
She had found herself in these tie breaker situations before, and it always made Alison uncomfortable. “Nope.” She waved her hands in front of her. “I’m not a part of this.” She turned and walked back toward the deck. “Dinner’s nearly ready.”
Walking back to the deck, Alison poured another glass of wine and sat back down at the table. “Need some help?”
Elaine was pulling the small foil packs that contained an assortment of vegetables off the grill. “I’ve got it. Did you let the brood know dinner was almost ready?”
Before Alison could answer, the remaining members of the dinner party made their way onto the deck. “He hadn’t had his teeth cleaned in over ten years, and he’s a smoker.” Chad was regaling the group with a dental war story.
“That’s disgusting.” Jules had joined her father and had a glass of bourbon in her hand as she took a seat next to Alison. “What does that even look like?”
“Enough .” Elaine interrupted as she sat a platter of grilled vegetables in the center of the table. “That’s not good dinner talk.”
Chad sat down across the table from his sisters, and then leaned over, his voice lowered. “The Ganges River - at low tide - in the summer.”
Gayle, who had sat down next to her husband , cringed. “And I let you touch me with those hands.”
The table erupted in laughter. “Hey, I wear gloves.”
“I don’t know that there’s latex thick enough, my love.” Gayle leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Elaine, let us help.”
Shaking her head, Elaine plated the chicken breasts, and made her way to the table. “It’s done.” Putting the plat ter down, she looked over at her husband who was standing at the railing of the deck with his bourbon in one hand and his iPhone in the other. “Wayne. Dinner.”
The man nodded absently and went back to typing on the
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