George, I probably owe you an apology," Maureen said. "I don't think I was as friendly as I could have been when we ran into each other at Jack's a week or so ago. The fact is, I do remember meeting you at Luke's wedding. I don't know why I was acting as if I couldn't remember you. It isn't like me to play coy like that." "I knew that, Mrs. Riordan," he said. She was stunned. "You knew?" He smiled gently. Kindly. "I saw it in your eyes," he explained, then shifted his own back and forth, breaking eye contact, demonstrating what he saw. "And the moment I met you I knew you were more straightforward than that. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She was a little uncomfortable now, in fact. She felt vulnerable, being found out before she even had a chance to confess. "And I was widowed quite a while ago." "Yes, I know that, too. Twelve years or so?" he asked. She put her hands on her hips. "And you know this how?" she asked, not trying too hard to keep the indignant tone from her voice. "Well, I asked," he said with a shrug. "That's what a man does when he has an interest in a woman. He asks about her." "Is that so? Well, what else did you find out?" "Nothing embarrassing, I swear. Just that you've been widowed quite a while now, all five sons are in the military, you live in Phoenix and, as far as anyone knows, you're not currently seeing anyone special." Special? she thought. Not seeing anyone period with absolutely no intention of doing so. "Interesting," she said. "Well, I don't know a thing about you." "Of course you do. I'm a friend of Noah's. A teacher." He chuckled. "And obviously I have time on my hands." "That's not very much information," she said. He took a rag out of his back pocket and wiped some of the sawdust and sweat off his brow. "You're welcome to ask me anything you like. I'm an open book." "How long have you been a teacher?" she asked, starting with a safe subject. "Twenty years now, and I'm thinking of making some changes. I'm seventy and I always thought retirement would turn me into an old fuddy-duddy, but I'm rethinking that. I'd like to have more time to do the things I enjoy most and, fortunately, I have a small pension and some savings. Besides, I'm tired of keeping a rigid schedule." "You would retire?" "Again." He laughed. "I retired the first time at the age of fifty and, after twenty years at the university, I could retire again. There are so many young professors who'd love to see a tenured old goat like me leave an opening for them." "And before you were a teacher?" "A Presbyterian minister," he said. "Oh! You're joking!" she said. "I'm afraid it's the truth." "I'm Catholic!" He laughed. "How nice for you." "You're making fun of me," she accused. "I'm making fun of your shock," he said. "Don't you have any non-Catholic friends?" "Of course. Many. But-" "Because I have quite a few Catholic friends. And Jewish and Mormon and other faiths. I used to play golf with a priest friend every Thursday afternoon for years. I had to quit. He was a cheat." "He was not!" "You're right, he wasn't. I just threw that in there to see if I could rile you up. No one riles quite as beautifully as a redhead.
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