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高尔夫罗曼史 glf cure rance（第1页）

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Myhusband，Roy，hadalwayswantedtolaygolf。

IhadheardthehorridGolfWidowstoriesandneverencouragedthegame。Afterquiteafewyearsofmarriageandraisingthreechildren，wewereinformedbyourtwinsons，BradandChad，nowyoungadults，thattheyweretakinguthesortofgolf。Needlesstosay，theywantedtheirDadtolaywiththem。Theybeggedandleaded，buthehadlostinterestseveralyearsearlier。

OursonssurrisedRoywithasetofgolfclubsoneFathersDay。Duringourvacationthatyear，thethreeofthemlayedaroundofgolf。Sincehehadsomuchfun，hewantedtosharetheexeriencewithme。

“Letsgotothegolfcourse，”hebeggedoneSaturdayafternoon。

“WhyonearthwouldIwanttolaygolf?”Iasked。

“Youcandrivethecart，”herelied。“Please。”Isawaitifullookonhisface-justlikealittleboywithnomoneyinacandystore。

Myfirstthoughtwas，“SureIcan，butIcouldalsodrivemycartothemall。Itwouldbecoolerandalotmorefun。”Ilookedbackathissadfaceandfinallyagreedtogo。

“Nowhowlongwillthistake?”Iasked，withatwingeofresentmentsinmyvoice。

“Wewillonlylaynineholes，”hesaid。Hewhistledashegothisequimenttogether。Weheadedforthegreengrassofthegolfcourse。

ImoanedasIgotoutofthecarandsatdowninthedriversseatofalittlewhitegolfcart。Thiswasnotmyideaofagoodtime。BeforeIstartedutheengine，Roystartedtryingtoteachmetherulesoftheroad。

“Whatrules?”Ishouted，asItookoffdrivingfullseed。

“Slowdown，”hebegged。Ilaughedandketdriving。“Youcanonlydriveindesignatedsots，”hesternlyinformedme。

“Andwhoisgoingtostome?”Ijoked。Iwasalreadyfeelingrebellious。

Whenwereachedtheteeboxatholenumberone，hewasshakinghishead。Itwasclearthathewasrelievedtogetofftheseedinggolfcart。HesetuforhisfirstswingwhileIwatched，wonderingwhyeolethinkgolfissomuchfun。Itlookedmightyboringtome。

Hehittheball，buthadnoideawhereitwent。Forthenextfifteenminuteswesearchedforit。

Oh，thisisfun，Ichidedhim。

Welljustgetanotherball，helacatedme，asheoenedtheouchonhisgolfbagandulledoneout。

Backwewenttotheteebox。“Thiscouldtakeallafternoon，”Igrumbledtomyself。WhenRoyhittheballasecondtime，wefounditdownthefairwaysalittleway。Afterquiteafewstrokes，theballwentintothehole。IcantrememberthelasttimeIsawmyhusbandthathay。“Whatwasthebigdeal?”Iwondered。

Thedrivinggamewason。Wewereoffandseedingtothenexthole。Iwasdrivingthecartandhewaswalking。HesaidheneededtheexercisebutIknewhewasafraidofmydriving。Hesentagreatdealoftimehittingtheballandthenlookingforit，whileIwatchedthesquirrelsandrabbitslay。

Somethingentirelyunexectedhaenedbythetimewereachedthefifthhole。Wewerelaughing，harderthanwehadinmanyyears。Thefinancialstressassociatedwithuttingthreekidsthroughcollegewasgone。Thestrainof“toomuchworkandtoolittlelay”wasrelacedbyhayheartsandsmilingfaces。Tomyutteramazement，agolfcourseromancewasborn。

Bythetimewegottowholenumbersix，Ihadfalleninloveagain。Ifeltlikeayoungbrideaccomanyingherrincecharming。Suddenly，helookedsocutetryingtokeeuwiththatlittlewhiteball。

Whenwegottoholenumberseven，Isensedthathewaswatchingmemorethantheball。“Keeyoureyeontheball，”Irerimandedhim。

“ButIcant，”herelied。“Ilikelookingatyou。”

Atthatoint，hedecidedthathewouldridewithmeagain。Thistime，hedidn’tgetusetwhenIdrovetoofast。Bythetimewereachedholenumbereight，wewereholdinghands。Idon’tknowifhewasholdingonfordearlifeorifheenjoyedholdingmyhand，butnevertheless，Ilikedit。Ithadbeenalongwhilesincewelastheldhands。

Thelasthole，numbernine，wasthebestholeofall。Beforehesteedoffthecart，heleanedoverandkissedme。“Imgladyoucame，”hesaid。“Ihadsomuchfun。”