Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountaind
After they finished making love, Frankie and Kay reluctantly got out of bed, cleaned themselves up, and put their clothes back on. They had just walked into the living room and seated themselves when Sue wandered in. She was too exhausted and distracted by what she'd been doing that afternoon to notice the looks of relief Frankie and Kay exchanged when she entered the house.
Just as Sue walked past the table where the phone was located, it rang. She picked it up. "Hello," she said. She listened. "Hi, Stu, this is Sue. No, she's right here, hang on a minute." She looked over at Kay. "It's your husband," she said. "He wants to talk to you."
Kay got up, walked over to Sue, and took the phone from her friend. "Hello, Stu," she said. She realized she felt a bit miffed at him for intruding on her time with Frankie. The realization turned her anger into feelings of guilt.
"Hi, Kay," her husband replied. "Look, I think I got things pretty well under control here. I wasn't planning to, but I think I'm going to come back up Saturday morning."
Kay wasn't at all pleased by her husband's announcement. "All...all right, Stu," she said.
"Yeah," her husband continued, "I figured the guys and I could get in some fishing, you know. And..."
"And what?" Kay asked.
"Nothing," Stu replied.
"Glen and Mike have gone off on a fishing trip with some other guys," Kay told him. "They won't be back until late Saturday."
"Damn," Stu said. "Sounds like that woulda been fun. Oh, well. I'm still gonna come up," he continued. There was a long pause. "Kay...there...there's something I...I need to talk with you about, anyhow. That's...that's really why I'm coming back up."
Kay had no idea what it was he wanted to discuss with her, and was too upset by his announcement that he was returning to worry about the reason. "All right," she said. "I'll see you Saturday." She put the phone down. "I wonder what he wants to talk with me about that's so important it couldn't wait until I get home?" she mused. She continued to stand next to the table holding the phone, lost in thought.
Sue plopped down on the sofa, looking really bushed, which she was. "What was that all about?" she asked Kay.
"Stu...he's coming up Saturday, he...he got whatever it was he had to do finished," Kay replied.
Sue smiled wanly and shook her head. "Looks like our bachelorette days are going to end Saturday, huh, Kay?" she commented.
Kay nodded and said, "It does look that way." She started for the chair where she'd been sitting when the phone rang again. "This place is getting like Grand Central Station," she said. She turned, walked back to the table, and picked up the phone. "Bobar residence," she said.
"May I speak with Kay Tobin?" a male voice said.
"This is she," Kay replied.
"Ah, Mrs. Tobin," the man said, "this is Morton Dumas, at the real estate office. Everything's all set to close on the Williston property. If you can come in at nine tomorrow morning, we can do the closing."
"That's good news, Mr. Dumas," Kay said. "Tomorrow at nine? I'll be there."
"Was that the guy from the real estate office?" Frankie asked when Kay put the phone down. He'd heard her say her husband was coming back, and was upset about that, but the news the cabin would be hers tomorrow cheered him.
Kay smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, it was," she replied. "He says everything's ready, and I can close tomorrow at nine."
"You're so lucky," Sue commented. "I'm going to have to push Mike to look into that other cabin when he gets back from that fishing trip. I really want us to have a cabin up here, too."
Frankie and Kay grinned at each other, unseen by Sue. They had a pretty good idea why she felt that way.
Gloria arrived home later that afternoon, sporting a re-built hairdo. Frankie lugged in the groceries his mother had purchased while she gracefully accepted compliments from the other women about her new hairstyle. The young man couldn't see where his mother's new hairdo was that much different than her previous one had been, but the women acted like it was totally new and they'd never seen one quite as beautiful before.
His mother had bought some hamburger and Frankie made it into patties, which he cooked on the gas grill for dinner. They sat on the cabin's large porch, eating the burgers and some cold salads his mother had brought. And they used paper plates and cups, which meant there were no dishes to wash afterward, either.
After they finished the meal, Sue suggested a game of cards. "I'm not going to lose any more games of 'Trivial Pursuit'," she said. She suggested they play pinochle instead. The others agreed and she and Frankie's mother paired off against Frankie and Kay.
"Where on earth did you learn to play pinochle like that, Frankie?" Sue commented several hours later, after he and Kay won their fifth game in a row. "I thought kids these days spent all their time playing video games, not cards."
"I guess I should have warned you, Sue," Frankie's mother said. "A few years back, Frankie and his friends played pinochle all summer vacation. I thought it was so cute. A whole bunch of kids would come over to our house and spend the day on the porch, playing cards. And, of course, he used to play with us up here sometimes, too."
"I don't believe it," Sue said, throwing her cards down. "Do you play bridge, too, Frankie?"
Red-faced, the young man nodded. "A little," he said, "I get by."
