The next night she still wasn’t sure how to start a conversation with Scott. She decided to let the thoughts go and escape to the Cove. She needed it more than ever.
She arrived at eight and there weren’t any seats at the piano bar, but she found a table nearby. It was a good crowd. Trudy, Wendy’s favorite waitress, came toward her with a screwdriver in hand.
She set it in front of Wendy. “How’s it going?” she asked.
“Fine Trudy. Thanks for the immediate service, you do know me.”
“I know you’re very nice to everyone and I admire kindness in today’s funky world.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Trudy smiled and left. She reminded Wendy of someone from the Ashram. Most people rarely discuss being kind. Brad was singing James Taylors’, “Fire and Rain.” He looked so sexy in the khaki pants and light blue floral shirt with a brown vest. Long, wavy sideburns framed his face.
Wendy took a few swallows of her screwdriver and watched the people at the piano bar as they visited with Brad between songs.
As Brad rose to take his break Wendy went to the counter to put the house music on, then went to chat with Rusty about the evening and about the great crowd.
“How ya doin’?”
“Good.” She leaned into him to whisper, “In fact so good, I’m off the peyote.”
“Really?”
“Yup, never again.”
“And the weed?”
“No decision there yet.”
Brad passed by them on the way back for another set and Wendy went to the counter to turn the music off. She leaned down to reach the controls and when she stood up Brad was on the other side of the counter facing her.
Wendy pulled back. “You startled me. I thought you were heading back.”
“I am, but I have a question for you?”
“What’s that?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not you’d like some company tomorrow.” Wendy was frozen. “That…would…I mean, I’d like it…sure.”
“One o’clock, okay?”
She arched her eyebrows, “Fine.”
He winked as he returned to the high stool to start his set. She stood there for a minute in complete disbelief and tripped on a chair leg as she headed back to her seat. Brad’s singing of Neil Diamond’s, “Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon,” brought her out of her stupor. She wanted to talk to Cindy, to Carol, to anyone who would listen and care. Wendy sat trying not to explode, but calmed herself, and used a little restraint to stop herself from screwing up this electrifying time. She wanted to savor the moment for as long as she could.
The evening ended, and Wendy drove home in the slow lane. She needed to concentrate on her driving, not on what was deep in her heart. Brad finally found her desirable. She would have time alone with the man she hungered after for so long.
She moved through her house and fell onto the bed. She couldn’t believe it finally happened. Brad wanted her, but she wondered why now?
The next day at The Shade House Wendy couldn’t contain her excitement and practically blurted the news to Carol.
“Holy shit, after all this time.”
“I know. I’m...I don’t even have words to describe how I feel. It’s undeniably, well, outta site, a mystical happening.”
“I’m really happy for you.”
“Thanks. I have to plan for tomorrow. I need to decide what to wear, what music to play…”
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