TITLE: Bob's Wife
By dee smith
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The other day I went to a church social. I met the neatest lady. She was about my age and had 3 children—all of them in college. One would graduate this June with a degree in psychology. He has already been accepted at Stanford. The next child was going to be an attorney and he was studying at Harvard. The third was going to be a medical doctor and was just working on her undergraduate classes. She’s been married for 40 years. Wow! She is also a writer who writes for children. We have so much in common. This could be the start of a great friendship. We say nice meeting you and wander off.
I hook up with my husband Dave and begin telling him about this great lady I met. I recount all the details of her life. He is excited for me. Now maybe I will have someone else to do things with.
“So what’s her name?”
I give him the “deer in the headlights” stare.
He laughs. “You don’t know do you?”
“No. Stop laughing at me. Look she’s talking to that man. He is probably her husband. Why don’t you go over there and introduce yourself and find out what her name is.”
Dave dutifully walks across the room. I remain in the corner, watching and waiting. Dave is very friendly and loves to meet new people. This should be a simple task for him.
“Hi, I’m Dave. Have you been attending Cherry City Church long?”
“No, we just moved here from California.”
“Really? What part? We moved here from Southern California about 15 years ago. We are very glad we did. “
“We’re from Orange”.
“Wow. It’s a small world. My dad and step mom live in Orange.”
“So, Dave, what do you do?”
“I work at the Portland Air Base”.
“So, you drive to Portland every day?”
“I did, but now I carpool with another guy.”
“Sounds like living in California to me.”
“Except it only take 45 minutes to get to work.”
They both laugh. The conversation turns to what they like to do in their off time. They both LOVE to fish. Now they are planning a fishing trip. Oh good, here she comes. Now Dave will be introduced and I will finally know what her name is. YES! The introductions are made. No, Dave come back—no more talking fish. Oh no. Now they are planning a fishing trip to the Willamette River. They continue to talk for 45 more minutes! Finally, Dave comes back to where I am hiding.
“So what happened?”
“I met Bob. He is a really neat guy—you’d like him. He loves to fish. In fact we are planning a fishing trip in two weeks if you don’t mind.”
“No. Go fishing and have fun. So, what’s her name?”
The inevitable deer is returning for another stare. “I have no idea—we can call her Bob’s wife.”
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