When I finished my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to the kitchen. Gail had come down, and she and Kelly were talking in concerned tones that immediately made me aware that something bad had happened.
As I entered the kitchen, they both looked upset, and Gail said, “Kelly has to leave and go to the farm. One of the horses is seriously ill.”
“Oh, no!” I said, keenly aware of just how attached Kelly was to her two Appaloosas. It was clear that Kelly had been crying. “What is the problem?”
“That is not at all clear,” Kelly replied, “but she cannot stand and is not eating. The vet is coming this morning. I’ve got to get back there to be with her.”
“Why, of course,” I said. “I am so sorry, Kelly.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I don’t know what good I can do, but I just have to be there with her.”
“I’ll go get dressed and drive you down to the ferry,” Gail assured her. “Help yourself to cereal and toast.”
“I’ll squeeze some orange juice,” I announced. Gail went upstairs, and Kelly sat down and poured herself some cereal. I brought her the milk and quickly squeezed some fresh oranges.
I set down a glass of juice for her on the table and I stood behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry that you have to cut your weekend short, but I certainly understand your concern. Sounds pretty grim, doesn’t it?”
“Afraid so,” Kelly said somberly. She sat quietly, eating just a little of her cereal and sipping the juice.
Gail returned promptly and said to Kelly, “You’d better get your stuff, Kelly, if you are going to make the 9:15 ferry.”
“Oh, yes, thanks. I’ll hurry and say good-bye to Mark.”
Kelly rushed upstairs and I could hear her voice and Mark’s. Soon she came back down with her bags. I gave her a hug, and then she and Gail went out to the car and drove off to the ferry.
I poured myself some of the coffee that Kelly had brewed, and I put some bread in the toaster. As I waited for the toaster to pop up, I heard Mark coming down the stairs. My heart started pounding. My cock twitched.
Mark came around the corner from the stairway and into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Mark,” I said. “I hope that you slept well.”
“Very well, thanks,” he responded, “but I was sad to wake up to Kelly’s bad news.”
“Yes, those horses mean the world to her, and for one of them to be gravely ill is just terrible for her. They are beautiful animals.”
“Well, I sure hope this one pulls through,” he added. “I offered to ride with her to the farm to keep her company, but she said the drive was not that far and that the woman who owns the farm would be there to help her deal with whatever she will have to deal with. I didn’t know whether maybe I should push the issue further, but decided not to.”
Just then, my toast popped up. I took it out, and as I spread some butter on it, I asked Mark: “What can I get you for breakfast? We have several kinds of cereal there on the shelf and here’s fresh bread from the bakery. Just help yourself.”
“Thanks, man,” Mark said sweetly, and he reached for a box of cereal.
“I think I’ll cook some eggs. Would you like some, Mark?”
“That’s okay. This is just fine.”
(to be continued)
As I entered the kitchen, they both looked upset, and Gail said, “Kelly has to leave and go to the farm. One of the horses is seriously ill.”
“Oh, no!” I said, keenly aware of just how attached Kelly was to her two Appaloosas. It was clear that Kelly had been crying. “What is the problem?”
“That is not at all clear,” Kelly replied, “but she cannot stand and is not eating. The vet is coming this morning. I’ve got to get back there to be with her.”
“Why, of course,” I said. “I am so sorry, Kelly.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I don’t know what good I can do, but I just have to be there with her.”
“I’ll go get dressed and drive you down to the ferry,” Gail assured her. “Help yourself to cereal and toast.”
“I’ll squeeze some orange juice,” I announced. Gail went upstairs, and Kelly sat down and poured herself some cereal. I brought her the milk and quickly squeezed some fresh oranges.
I set down a glass of juice for her on the table and I stood behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry that you have to cut your weekend short, but I certainly understand your concern. Sounds pretty grim, doesn’t it?”
“Afraid so,” Kelly said somberly. She sat quietly, eating just a little of her cereal and sipping the juice.
Gail returned promptly and said to Kelly, “You’d better get your stuff, Kelly, if you are going to make the 9:15 ferry.”
“Oh, yes, thanks. I’ll hurry and say good-bye to Mark.”
Kelly rushed upstairs and I could hear her voice and Mark’s. Soon she came back down with her bags. I gave her a hug, and then she and Gail went out to the car and drove off to the ferry.
I poured myself some of the coffee that Kelly had brewed, and I put some bread in the toaster. As I waited for the toaster to pop up, I heard Mark coming down the stairs. My heart started pounding. My cock twitched.
Mark came around the corner from the stairway and into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Mark,” I said. “I hope that you slept well.”
“Very well, thanks,” he responded, “but I was sad to wake up to Kelly’s bad news.”
“Yes, those horses mean the world to her, and for one of them to be gravely ill is just terrible for her. They are beautiful animals.”
“Well, I sure hope this one pulls through,” he added. “I offered to ride with her to the farm to keep her company, but she said the drive was not that far and that the woman who owns the farm would be there to help her deal with whatever she will have to deal with. I didn’t know whether maybe I should push the issue further, but decided not to.”
Just then, my toast popped up. I took it out, and as I spread some butter on it, I asked Mark: “What can I get you for breakfast? We have several kinds of cereal there on the shelf and here’s fresh bread from the bakery. Just help yourself.”
“Thanks, man,” Mark said sweetly, and he reached for a box of cereal.
“I think I’ll cook some eggs. Would you like some, Mark?”
“That’s okay. This is just fine.”
(to be continued)
