It was Thursday afternoon and "men's day" at the Windy River Country Club where I had a standing date to play golf with three of my friends. We play golf every Thursday afternoon from the first part of April until the end of October with rare exceptions. Today was one of those exceptions. John, one of our foursome, had called me at 11:00 a.m. and said, "Sorry buddy, but Rod and I will not be able to make it for golf this afternoon. We have an emergency meeting to go over some blueprint changes on the hospital addition project we are working on."
They work together at an architectural firm and I knew he wouldn't back out on golf unless he absolutely had to. "I apologize for the late notice," he said, "but we just do not have any alternative but to attend the meeting."
I told him, "I totally understand, don't worry about it. Dave and I will have to find a couple of other pushovers to give us some of their money."
He laughed, "I know you are happy to let us off today because you will save lots of money."
We both said goodbye with, "See you next week."
I called Dave, one of my best friends, and mentioned the circumstances to him and he said, "As long as John and Rod can't make it, why don't we take the afternoon off from golf too so I can catch up on some projects at home. That will free up my Saturday for something else."
I love to play golf but I wouldn't miss it if we skipped one day either so I agreed, but only after giving him some shit for the change in plans. We agreed to get in touch Friday night to see if we (he and his wife Carol and me and my wife Janet) could connect up sometime over the weekend for cocktails or dinner or both.
I headed home after lunch hoping that Janet and I could do something together for the afternoon. When I drove into the garage her car wasn't there and I cursed to myself for not calling her as soon as I knew about the change of plans. Oh well, I thought, as long as she isn't home I might as well make the best of it and do some of the "honey do" projects that I had on my list too. I went into the house and looked around for a note from her, but there was none. I also checked the answering machine and there were no messages on it so I had no clue where she was. Then I remembered we had caller ID that saved the last 25 calls we received so I looked at the history to see if there was any clue as to where she was.
To my surprise the last three calls were from a number I recognized. They were from Marty's phone. I knew Marty because for a couple of years he was part of our foursome. He quit playing golf about a year ago because he had a problem with his back, but he had not left the country club. He was still a social member and I saw him there on occasion. After he quit golfing John got Rod (a man he worked with) to play with us in his place. Marty was one of John's friends but I knew him too. I looked back to Wednesday's calls and there were two calls from Marty's phone then also. I checked back over the entire 25 saved numbers and 19 of them were calls from Marty's phone. I knew that Janet did not get along that well with Marty's wife, so I couldn't imagine why she would have been talking to her. I was bewildered, just what was going on here?
I decided to call Janet on her cell phone and when she answered I asked her, "Hi honey, what's happening?"
She said, "Nothing much, I was just vacuuming the living room. What's up with you?"
Now, I was standing in the kitchen and I didn't hear the vacuum cleaner running and was pretty sure she wasn't in there since her car wasn't home, but I did walk in there just to be sure. No, she isn't in there! I told her, "Not much here either. The guys all had other things to do today so we are not golfing. I thought maybe I would come home and catch up on some of the 'honey do' projects. I will see you in a little while."
She said, "Oh! Oh, okay, but I might not be there when you get home. I have to run to the store to pick up a few things."
She sure was thinking fast on her feet, if she was on her feet. I am not without my own wits either, so I suggested that I could stop at the store for her as long as it was on my way home. She hesitated a moment, but then said, "Ok, that will be great."
"What is it you need?" I asked.
"Just a minute, I have to go get my list." Damn, I married one smart and obviously devious woman. "Pick up some milk, eggs, paper towels and some steaks for Saturday night, oh, and maybe some yummy desert in case we have company," she added.
"Ok, bye honey," I said. "I will see you in a little while."