Robert dropped Adele off at the airport around 2:00pm. She’d be gone for a week and he was looking forward to some quiet time without her always talking or calling him. He was ashamed to admit how much he was looking forward to her being gone, but after 37 years of marriage, it’s the reality of his world.
The Houston day was perfect for golf and he wondered if he should go play a round. He was about thirty minutes from the River Oaks Country Club where he was a member and all it would take was a quick call to get a tee time.
But then again, maybe not.
As was so often in the past ten years, he found himself heading West. He switched to NPR and listened to Marketplace and before the program went to commercial he was pulling into the driveway of a quaint home with gorgeous flower beds and roses all along the fence. He pushed the button on his remote that was in the compartment under his steering wheel and pulled into the garage.
The Mercedes that was usually there wasn’t and he wondered how long it would be that he had the house to himself. He walked in, changed his clothes, grabbed a pair of gardening gloves and went out to the garden in the back yard.
