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The Lady I Spend Lunch With

Story ID:2228
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Writers Conference:$500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project
Location:Fort Lee New Jersey USA
Year:2007
Person:My Wife
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The Lady I Spend Lunch With

The Lady I Spend Lunch With

“Kathy?” the moderator of the conference call asked. “Do you have anything
to add?”
“I’m fine.” she replied.
“Andrea?” Deb asked.
“Good here.”
“Terry?”
“Nope! I’m good.”
“Courtney?”
“Fine.”
“Mike?”
“I’m fine. Good call, everyone.” I replied. “I’ll send the spread sheet out
tomorrow. We’ll talk on Thursday. Hopefully I’ll have answers to our problems by then,
Deb.”
I hung up. “Glad that’s over.” I said to myself. I looked at the clock– 11:55 A.M.
The call ended just in time for me to meet my lady for our noontime walk.
I meet her outside the main entrance to my building, where she waits for me every
day. “Hi!” I smiled.
“Hey! How’s your morning going?” she asked. The sound of her voice made my
heart skip a beat.
“Pretty good. I just got through my conference call in time. I thought I was going
to miss you.” I said as we rounded the corner of the building, crossed the parking lot, and
approached the wooded area in the back. My voice dropped to a whisper, “I wonder if the
deer will be around today?”
“I hope they are.” she said. “I know how much you love them.”
She allowed me to guide her along the edge of the woods. I peered intently
through the tangle of branches and hoped to see my big furry friends. “I don’t see them.”
I told her.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s OK. Maybe they found better feeding somewhere else today.” We followed
the path between the trees and the humming transformer that is protected by a wire fence. \The humming faded away, as we turned the corner, and headed for the side street we
liked to follow on our lunch breaks. The road is bordered by office buildings on one side
and chestnut trees or fields on the other.
We reached the grassy strip between the chestnut trees and the road. I stopped. A
young doe fed on the grass, not more than twenty feet away. “There she is.” I whispered.
“What?” she asked.
“A young doe.” I described it to her. “She’s beautiful. She’s eating the grass.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! She looked up at the sound of my voice and then continued feeding. I bet
there are more around. There’s usually more than one.” The deer grew nervous, as I
continued to describe it to my friend. The doe wandered into the brush. I guided my
friend to where the deer disappeared and peered into the woods. “There’s more.” I said
with a hint of excitement in my voice.
“Wow! I wish I could see them too.” She sighed, “I guess I should just be
thankful to spend time with you.”
“AW! Thank you, Sweetie.”
I continued to walk, as I described the scenery around me. “I think they better cut
the grass in the field. It’s beginning to look like a meadow.” We left the field behind us,
came to a bike trail, and strolled along it. I felt an urge to hold my friend’s hand, but I
couldn’t.
We passed a senior citizen complex, rounded a corner and followed the trail along
a strip of trees between two soccer fields - my favorite part of our walk. I always see a
lot of birds along this strip – some I’ve never seen before.
I lowered my voice. “I hope I see some birds today. I didn’t see many yesterday.”
“I hope so too.” Her voice was a soft whisper in my ear.
“Hold on! I think I see something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m not too sure. I’ve never seen one like this before.” I inched us closer.
“It has a tuft on its head. The back is brownish color, then fades to a grey near
the tail. It has a black mask across its eyes. The tips of its wings have red and there’s a
red spot at the base of its tail. The tip of the tail and the sides of its breast are yellowish.
The breast is cream color. It‘s so pretty.”
“Wow! I wish I could see it too. Do you know what it is?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“A bird.”
“Michael! Stop teasing me!” she scolded.
“Sorry!” I chuckled. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to look it up in my bird book when I get home.”
We reached the end of the trail, turned and headed back the way we came. “I love
spending my lunch with you.” I said.
“I enjoy it too.”
“I’m glad. It would be boring without you to share it with.” I got that I-want-to-
hold-her-hand feeling again. “It’s so pleasant being with you.”
“Thank you, Hun.”
We reach the door to my building. “I have to go in now, Sweetie. Thanks for
sharing your lunch hour with me.”
“No! I thank you.” She replied.
“I love you, Sweetie!” The words came natural to me.
“I love you too!” She said the words that always melt my heart.
“I love you more! It’s my day.”
“Yes it is. I Love you too. Call me when you’re on your way home.”
“I will, Sweetie. Bye!”
“Bye.”
I close my cell phone. “I love my wife.” I said to myself. “I can’t wait to get home
and hold her in my arms.”

Michael T. Smith