wickedpen
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I remember the day although it was nearly fifteen years ago like it was yesterday. Me and Billy were married about a year at the time. We had a small house and were very happy. It was July in Texas. We had come home from church and I had made lunch for the four of us. We had a nice time talking about the sermon and Nancy somehow always managed to acquire some gossip I would never hear in a year of Sundays. I cleaned up after Billy and Nancy left and Bill went down to the basement to watch the game he used as an excuse to not go to the Crenshaw's.
Billy's grandmother Nancy had gotten a ride over to her old friends who lived at the country club where Billy plays golf. Even with his grandparents visiting, and it being one hundred degrees in the shade, the golf game must go on. I did not think much of his golf outings back then as an excuse to get out of the house, but that is another story.
I changed, from the white sundress I had worn to church, into my favorite old jeans with holes in the knees. Real worn holes, not like the designer jeans you buy now with machine made designer holes. The kind of jeans I had worn for ten years, into rivers and over mountains, that were so comfortable it was like slipping on a second skin. On top I had a snug, bright red "Red Sox" tee shirt from my college days in Boston. I had picked it to purposely poke at Bill, a die hard Rangers fan. I think I was poking at the baseball fan with the shirt, not the man with my chest nicely defined. My shoulder length brunette hair was pulled back comfortably in a pony tale as I came downstairs barefoot with a beer for Bill and an iced tea for me.
"Who's winning?" I asked with a smile as he leaned back and watched me pass.
"Damn Red Sox" he grumbled. I handed him the glass of beer.
I remember it was a tight game as I sat on the flower patterned couch I always hated. Bill was sipping his beer as I sat with my legs folded up under me next to him. We made small talk easily as we always had and by now I was perhaps the person Bill liked more than anyone else in the family, short of his wife Nancy of course.
Billy's grandmother Nancy had gotten a ride over to her old friends who lived at the country club where Billy plays golf. Even with his grandparents visiting, and it being one hundred degrees in the shade, the golf game must go on. I did not think much of his golf outings back then as an excuse to get out of the house, but that is another story.
I changed, from the white sundress I had worn to church, into my favorite old jeans with holes in the knees. Real worn holes, not like the designer jeans you buy now with machine made designer holes. The kind of jeans I had worn for ten years, into rivers and over mountains, that were so comfortable it was like slipping on a second skin. On top I had a snug, bright red "Red Sox" tee shirt from my college days in Boston. I had picked it to purposely poke at Bill, a die hard Rangers fan. I think I was poking at the baseball fan with the shirt, not the man with my chest nicely defined. My shoulder length brunette hair was pulled back comfortably in a pony tale as I came downstairs barefoot with a beer for Bill and an iced tea for me.
"Who's winning?" I asked with a smile as he leaned back and watched me pass.
"Damn Red Sox" he grumbled. I handed him the glass of beer.
I remember it was a tight game as I sat on the flower patterned couch I always hated. Bill was sipping his beer as I sat with my legs folded up under me next to him. We made small talk easily as we always had and by now I was perhaps the person Bill liked more than anyone else in the family, short of his wife Nancy of course.