Chapter 34: Ruthie and Sean
It was late on a Wednesday afternoon in mid June when Mom and I pulled into Felicity, Texas. We had ample parking place at the seaside resort and I easily found a slot for Mom's SUV and the attached trailer. Our room had with two queen beds, a recliner and a sofa in the room. Our window overlooked the sea and had a table and two chairs by it. It was a nice place.
We took showers, dressed and were sitting on the terrace with drinks as we enjoyed the sea when a very fine looking older redhead kissed Mom on the lips.
The woman had magnificent tits that nearly spilled out as she leaned over.
Their very personal kiss ended eventually and Mom introduced me to the woman called Wendy.
Our waitress came over and kissed Wendy on the cheek and after she was introduced to Mom she kissed Mom on the cheek. I got a smile.
Wendy ordered wine for herself, crown and coke for Mom, and a Dos Equis for me, then appetizers for three.
As they held hands Mom told her about her adventures on the way here but I noticed that she had not mentioned any of her episodes with others. Apparently Wendy was important to Mom.
I learned they had met on a web site for widows. As usual with any groups the numbers of the ones keeping regular contact with each other got smaller and smaller over time.
Mom, Wendy and a woman in Las Vegas called Elma were the last three regulars in their group. They still contacted each other everyday.
Mom was the youngest, Wendy the oldest but she was also the most recent widow.
Mom would be seeing Elma when we got to Vegas. Elma had been widowed the longest, three and a half years.
All three were redheads.
I was scarfing up the appetizers when I noticed I had not left any for the ladies. I was going to order more when Mom said; "I am going to her house for a while. I will call you if I need a ride back."
Wendy said to me, "She will not need a ride back. If you get bored there is a good club just into downtown called Manlee you would like and if you like a mostly lesbian crowd there is a lesbian biker bar called Glenda's two blocks to the right of the resort. Most of the women there are bi, not gay. Most of the guys there are gay. Everyone is good people".
Both kissed me on the lips and left hand in hand.
I was alone. I ordered a hamburger and another Dos Equis and enjoyed the sea breeze and the sea.
Mom had been living in central Florida but had finally decided to live with me in Los Angeles. My persistent requests had eventually worked.
Mom was just past fifty and had just won a battle with pneumonia that she almost lost because she waited too long to see a doctor.
My sister and I suspected she did not care whether she lived or died. Dad had been killed in a traffic accident by a drunk driver almost two years before and Mom was still in deep mourning. Her sudden resolve to fight her disease came as a surprise to all of us.
In three days she was out of the respirator and hungry as a horse. She recovered so fast my sister and I ganged up on her and made her promise to come to LA and live near us.
She said she would think about it and two months later she said yes but I had to go back for her and rent a trailer then drive her to LA. I did not put up an argument and took a two-week vacation from work and flew to her the following weekend.
On our drive to Texas Mom confided to me that Dad came to see her at her hospital room and cussed her out, calling her a coward.
He told her that the best part of her life would begin on July fourth.
He made her promise to fight her way out of her funk and kissed her saying, "Time means nothing to me. I will be right here waiting for you whenever your time comes."
For Mom it was a vivid memory. I accepted her story.
We had a good time in the five days of our trip and some of her vivaciousness had returned. She loved New Orleans. She had shown her tits for beads.
She had eaten pussy.
I did not mind that at all and apparently Wendy and Elma did too.
My server came by and I asked for our check. She told me that, "Wendy always pays her friend's checks. In fact she is paying for every expense for anyone in your room including the room."
"Tell me a little about Wendy. She is Mom's friend but I know nothing about her."
"Well, she is the most loved and respected woman in town. She owns and runs the jewelry shop just across the street from the resort and owns the pet shop downtown. She and friends support the women's shelter that saved my life. Since her husband died she has become a lesbian but only with a few friends.
Her husband was the most important person to the town; he was the city manager and was a retired Air Force General. He died of a stroke less than a year ago just weeks after Wendy's oldest sister and town icon Martha died.
We worry about her but she tells us she is fine. I hope your Mom can lift her spirits."
I thought about that for a second then said, "I guess that's why we are here."
I thanked the girl and and left her a tip then went to my room and took a nap. It was after eight when I woke up. Mom had not called so I called her.
She answered and I heard loud laughter and some lewd comments before she said, "I am fine."
"Yes, I can hear that. Ask Wendy if you can spend the night at her house. Enjoy yourself."
"Thank you son. Wendy has already told me I will be with her until we leave the day after tomorrow. I am now in her hot tub with her sister and her partner. I have discovered some sipping bourbon we need to pick up when we get to Vegas. I love you. Have fun. Bye."
She hung up before I had a chance to say good-bye.
I got up, took a shower and dressed. I decided to walk to downtown and look around. I did not feel like unhitching the trailer from the car and Felicity struck me as town I could walk to anywhere.
I went by Wendy's Jewelry and noticed there was a workshop right by the display window. There was also a monitor facing the sidewalk displaying an engagement ring and a name under it. It was as impressive as a single diamond solitaire ever gets.
As I was about to continue the picture of the ring changed, as did the name. Twenty seconds later it changed again.
Each ring was gorgeous. Each ring was unique.
Wendy was an artist.
I got to a shop that bragged about gourmet junk food but it was closed so I made a mental note to stop there the next day.
When I got to downtown I saw a Puerto Rican restaurant that featured empanadillas but it was also closed. I love empanadillas.
The ladies gym had three blonde ladies racing each other on stationary bikes and a Hispanic and a black woman doing martial arts behind them. Another tall blonde and a short redhead were doing floor exercises.
None looked like they needed a gym.
The seafood restaurant across the street from them had no place to sit so I went on.
At the end of the block I saw an Italian restaurant that was still open. As I walked past I saw a seat at a table for two that had just one chair, the only empty chair in the place. I hurried in and signaled one and was led to the chair.
