with Lucinda, then going to the Baptist church because they have the biggest youth group in town. Friday night theyâre having a Halloween skating party at the roller rink in their gym and tonight Bayrooâs at Lucindaâs helping plan our Spook Bash. Itâs on Saturday from four to eight. Last night she went to the youth meeting with Lucinda. There are some on the vestry who donât like the idea of the rectorâs daughter going to the Baptist youth group on Wednesday nights.
âBill stood up to them and said he was glad Bayroo wanted to go and learn Scripture verses, and if they played games in the Baptist youth group and had fun, too, so much the better. He pointed out how heâd proposed building a youth center and the vestry hadnât agreed. Daryl Murdoch was the main obstacle, insisting the church couldnât afford that kind of expenditure even if the Goddard family was willing to put up the major portion of the cost.â
The Goddards. That was an old name in Adelaide dating back to the time when the first oil field was discovered. How nice that some of the family still lived here and still served as patrons of the church. But we were getting rather far afield from Daryl and Raoul. Or Raoul and Daryl. âYou were fed up. What did you do?â
âI decided to take Spanish at the collegeââ
One of Adelaideâs charms is Goddard, the four-year college established shortly after the city was founded, the land donated by the Goddard family. The campus is in the historic part of town not far from the rectory. Adelaide is hilly and Goddardâs ivy-twined, red-brick buildings spread over three hills.
ââand Raoul Chavez was my teacher. He seemed to like me and I was one of the best students and we got into the habit of having coffee in the union.â
âHandsome?â I pictured the young Anthony Quinn Iâd seen in Turner Classic Movie reruns.
She nodded. âHe has a wonderful laugh.â
âSingle?â Did I need to ask?
Another nod. âHe told me heâd never met the right woman.â She bit her lip. âUntil he met me.â
I wished I could place my hands on each shoulder and give Kathleen a gentle shake. Or maybe I should get her a primer: Single Men Who Flirt with Married Women Are Up to No Good . âAll of the fun and none of the bother.â
She looked at me blankly.
Kathleen was definitely naive for a girl who grew up in Chicago. âOf course he liked you. You were married and obviously at loose ends or why else take Spanish, and you probably had long soulful conversations over coffee about life, love, meaning, the universe, and his hand brushed yours and there were looks.â
She was genuinely impressed. âWere you there?â
I was startled when I realized she was serious. âNo. Iâve just now been dispatched here. Had I been there, I would have spoken to you about the primrose path.â
She blinked.
The allusion didnât register. I said gently, âBeware a stranger bearing gifts.â
Her face crinkled in thought.
I put it baldly. âHe had designs on your virtue from the moment you walked into class. Flattering, of course.â
She gasped. âBut I thoughtâhe was so reluctantâhe said he knew we had no futureââ
Except, of course, for idyllic sweet-sorrow assignations at his apartment and no danger of entanglement.
ââand he knew heâd always love me and we might have just a brief moment togetherââ
âHe invited you to his apartment one rainy afternoon, and when you cameâ¦â
Her cheeks turned rosy red. âI walked in and looked at him and all I saw was Bill and Bayroo and I turned around and walked out.â
âYou felt cruel, leaving his wounded heart behind you, and you didnât go back to class and dropped the course. But somehow Daryl Murdoch found out.â
She was astonished. âHow do you
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