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A Gift From Mom

... everything with her. Walking her out to the car. Packing her bag into his truck. Opening her door each time. Looking to her often. He was very present with her immediately and stayed that way. It just seemed like he was making a sincere effort to show her he was glad she was there. She could see he wanted her to have a good time. He was so good-natured and jovial that it lifted her, too. They had three to four hours of driving. Some of it was interstate but some of it was rural, too. It gave them a great chance to talk. The conversation started with small talk. He was playful, and she liked his touching her arm here and there to make a point or tease her. It made her feel closer to him. She actually wound up responding in kind. Early on he surprised her. He told her she reminded him of this gorgeous, lively woman from college-this friend had had it all-bright, attractive and very fun. Patty grinned widely at that. She suspected he was trying to flatter her, but she soaked it up anyway. He acted so into her. "Hey, that's just the way I feel about you, too, Billy," her hand traced at his arm, "you have so very much going for you." He took a long look at her like he was getting it. She was making progress and this made her longingly look back to him. She was getting the effect she had wanted. After a short pause, he spoke carefully. "So tell me, how long did it take for you to feel like you were past your divorce?" The question hung in the air, and it struck her how personal the ...

... question really was. She immediately decided against trying to deflect the question. She was willing to share with him. Even something this intimate. "Umm, you know it took a while really. Several months. It's something I still work on." He nodded his head slowly a couple of times, and then raised something totally unexpected by her. "You went out with Brad, right?" Patty gulped. It was probably the one thing she was most vulnerable in discussing. She stammered at first. "Uhhh, yeah. I did." "I've played tennis with him." As Billy said that, she winced. She had no idea where Billy would go with this. "Brad's a good guy. He's about twenty-five, isn't he? Was it fun?" Patty watched the road go by on her side of the SUV and then looked to Billy. She saw he had a mischievous grin. She grinned back. "Brad was a 'rebound' kind of thing really." "Oh." "We went out just a few weeks. It was nothing serious." "I see." There was a silent couple of minutes where she thought of how to change the topic, but he followed up. "Let me ask you something," he put his hand on her leg, making contact just where her shorts stopped and her bare leg started. The contact felt electric to her. "Are you glad you did that? Went out with him? Maybe I need a 'rebound' kind of thing." Patty felt her face flush. "Guess I'm glad. It's just something that happened." "I think I need that." His tone was genuine. They glanced at each other. She noticed a look about him she hadn't ever noticed from him. His voice ...