The afternoon passed swiftly. I worked a little on my book, while Tracy spent some time with Tricia, who was almost normal. Everything was fine. It was dinner time, and I went to the room where my ‘girl’ was staying, and knocked on the door. It opened, and out came Tracy, who had again changed. She was now in a long jacket/skirt. (I don’t know how else to describe it.) I, on the other hand, was still in my polo-shirt and jeans. I escorted her to the table, and found that Tricia had come to join us. I pulled out Tracy’s chair, and then sat down in my own. We asked the blessing, and then Tricia said, “So, old Adam actually asked a girl out!”
“You mean I’m the first one he has ever asked?” Tracy inquired.
“You’ve got it!” Tricia responded.
“You’re kidding! What about you?”
“No he didn’t ask me out, my friend Laura asked me to go out with him.”
“Wow!” She exclaimed.
“Well, if you two girls are done with your little conversation, my ‘client’ and I have an appointment outside.” I stated, putting my utensils down, I got up. “And I suggest you dress warmly.” I said, turning around to change. I went upstairs and put on a sweat-shirt. I went outside and waited on the porch. Tracy quickly joined me in a turtleneck with flannel shirt over-top and jeans. “Two questions?” I asked.
“Shoot.” She responded.
“One, are those my clothes?”
“Yes. What’s number two?”
“Do you always wear four different sets of clothes a day?”
“No, usually more.” She said, trying to keep a straight face. “Just kidding, no.”
“Ready to go?” I asked her. She nodded in agreement, and we went to the pond. I spread out a blanket I had brought, and we sat there, watching the sun set. “You know, you are very enchanting.”
“Thank you, you’re not so bad lookin’ yourself.” She giggled. We sat back, and I put my arm around her. We watched the pond reflect the sun, and she looked at me. I looked at her and our faces met. We retracted, and looked at each other for quite a while, before we realized that it was getting cold. “It’s getting kind of cold.” Tracy half said.
“Here.” I said, taking off my sweater and handing it to her. “You know, I wish this would never end.
“Me either.”
“Shall we go back in?”
“Nah, let’s stay out here a little while longer.” She said. We just sat there for a while, then it got too cold, and we went in and went to bed, in our own rooms.
The next morning, I got up real early. Friday was the day that Karin and David got off, and I was left to run the house. I cooked breakfast, and decided to treat my guests with breakfast in bed. I made pancakes, and put them on two trays to take upstairs. I went to Tricia’s room first, knocking on the door. She wasn’t up, so I quietly tiptoed in and opened the drapes. She awoke with a start, and clutching the blanket, she asked what I was doing in her room. I showed her the breakfast, and was forgiven.
