I wasn’t so sure about that. When I’d taken her classes, she seemed to like me a lot as a student and enjoyed my comments and humor. But after I started dating Harriett she’d seemed to act colder toward me.
“Sounds like a great idea,” I said, “I’d love to. It will be fun to catch up and see Miss Caro again!”
She told me the phone number and I repeated it a few times so I wouldn’t forget. She said to call the next day and I promised I would.
When I called the next day Caro answered the phone.
“Hello, it’s Caro, who am l on to?. “Harriet said
“ It’s Walter”
“How are you doing, Walter?”
I gave her the brief update and then she told me that Harriet was out but they wanted to invite me over for a cookout by the pool.
“How about Thursday evening?” she asked. “Would that work for you?”
“That would be fine,” I said.
“Okay, then we’re all set. Come over around six. We’ll grill out by the pool, have some drinks, catch up on everything “
“Ugh,” I groaned, laughing.
She had a nice laugh. It was cool that she remembered that I was into the Blues. And any coolness I had detected from her in the past was nonexistent.
On Thursday at six p.m. I was knocking on their door. I held a twelve pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, which made hugging awkward when Harriet and Caro saw me in.
So I put down the merchandise, gave them each a hug and thanked them for having me over.
They both looked ravishing. Harriet’s hair was in a ponytail and she wore short denim cutoffs and a tight, white t-shirt, her tanned arms and legs glowing in contrast and the lace of her bra contoured through the thin cotton of her shirt.
Caro was foxier than ever, and even though she had to be in her mid-forties she didn’t look a day older than she had when I’d taken her classes eight and nine years before.
I followed them through the house to the pool area out back. I put the beer on ice and grabbed one for myself. They each already had a glass of wine.
“You two look great!” I said, as we took seats on the patio. “And Miss Caro, you don’t look a day older than when I was in high school.”
“Oh, please,” she blushed. “And, it’s just Caro, now. We’re not in school anymore!”
“Okay, Caro. But, I’m serious, you look great. You must be working out, you look in fabulous shape.”
“Pilates, aerobics, I swim a little and I’ve gotten into running. Harriet said
“Yes, I’m still at it. My positive addiction, I guess. It helps me justify my beer drinking!” I laughed, raising my bottle.