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           “Well, I’d say my mother is planning to take me to a doctor to confirm my virginity.” As serious as I tried to sound when I responded to his question, there was an edge of humor that made us laugh over the possibility of the scenario being true.

           A commotion in the driveway signaled that the snowplows were clearing the highway. The sun was shining and the outdoors looked like a winter wonderland. Snow drifts were piled up against the buildings like heaps of marshmallow. Icicles hung from the eaves, sparkling like crystals as they caught the sun’s rays. It was a beautiful morning!

           Lazily we drank the coffee remaining in the thermos and took one last quick shower together. It had been a wonderful weekend. “Too bad it stopped snowing…” I thought.

           Bob went out to start the car and warm the engine. He was hoping there was enough anti-freeze in the radiator to keep it from freezing during the night.

           While he took care of the car, I looked around the room and snapped the two remaining films in the camera. I’d have prints made for Bob so that he would never forget our honeymoon hotel.

           I checked around the room to be sure we left nothing behind. In the drawer of the night table were two unopened packages of condoms. Condoms, of all things! That was the only drawer left unchecked when we arrived….I stood frozen for a second, staring at my discovery. Ideally, Bob came equipped with those issued by the army. After all, I was a virgin, not the kind of girl to come equipped with a custom-made diaphragm like Penny Parker. Anyway, it was too late to bring up the subject, and discussing it could spoil our wonderful weekend….so, I quietly closed the drawer, turned around and slowly walked out, locking the door behind me.

           The journey down the mountain was slow and tedious as we followed the snowplow. Luckily, Bob had clamped on two tire chains, , which kept us from sliding or spinning around on the slick highway. After a long two hours, we stopped at a ski lodge for coffee.

           Despite the stressful driving and weather conditions, we were relaxed and starved. Bob ordered the house special breakfast, but I wanted a hamburger with grilled onions. Instead of the waitress serving us, the chef brought the order to our table because he just had to meet the person who would eat a hamburger with onions for breakfast. He introduced himself, shook our hands and asked if we were newlyweds.

           Bob gave him his best smile and replied, “That’s a good guess.”

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Bob was at my home bright and early on Saturday morning. The sun peeped in and out of the clouds most of the day. Traffic on the highway was light, so we made good time as we headed toward the mountains. The flat countryside slowly transformed into rolling hills and the road was like a roller coaster — up and down and around the curves. Several times we stopped to enjoy the views of the sweeping valleys, the tiny old farmhouses in the distance, with ribbons of smoke swirling from the chimneys, and dairy cows grazing in their pastures.

           It was almost lunch time, as we drove into a quaint little mountainside village. It appeared to be a place where time stood still and everyone was content just to hold on to the necessities of life and the talents of the community.

           From somewhere around the corner, the aroma of apple pie drew us to a small coffee shop. We were greeted like old friends who came there every day and were assigned to a table by the window. The homemade menu featured such “rib-stickin” goodies as beef stew with hot biscuits, apple pie a la mode and coffee with real cream — all of which, we ate with gusto.

           The clouds were becoming very dark and overcast. Every once in a while a few snow flakes would hit the windshield and then, almost as if we had entered another dimension, the snow began falling so heavily that we could hardly see the road before us.

           “We’d better stop right here,” Bob said as he pulled into a service station.

           The attendant walked over to the car. “You should wait out the storm. The roads can be very dangerous, especially without chains. Visibility may drop to zero….pretty risky if you’re not familiar with the bends in the road….you can get stuck or have an accident.”

           “Guess you’d better call your parents so they don’t worry. Tell them we’ll be back as soon as the roads are cleared,” Bob suggested.

      While I made the call, he got a thermos of coffee and some sandwiches.

       “I’ve rented a room at the motel. The roads won’t be open until morning….so we might as well be safe and comfortable….”

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I was awakened early on a Sunday morning by the sound of my parents leaving to visit relatives in Pennsylvania. It was going to be a good day. The thought of having them out of the house was exhilarating. I wanted to rip off my clothes and dance around naked all day long….but I didn’t.

       The coffee was perking, the toast was toasting and the big bands were blasting away in the living room. Ah freedom….I was singing and dancing around the room in my pajamas and when I looked over my shoulder, I noticed Bob standing in the door way. He took a few quick steps toward me, twirled me around, and we danced for almost an hour.

“I really came over for breakfast,” he hinted. “What’s on the menu?”

“How about a ham and cheese omelet with some hash browns on the side?” I laughed.

“I’ll have that and a cup of coffee. — No, I’m just kidding. I had breakfast early this morning with my dad. We discussed buying some land along the river, just in case it goes on sale before I get back. What are your plans for today?

“I don’t have any plans. How about you?” I asked.

“No plans really….– just a lot of little errands on my ‘to do’ list. Then I’m free. Thought maybe we could go to dinner tonight…. and please don’t say you have a date…”

       “I’ll be waiting,” I whispered as I walked into his arms.

       “Save some of that for tonight,” he whispered back to me.

       Bob took my hand and we walked out to the car together. “I’ll be back at six o’clock.” He winked and drove off. I wondered if the neighbors saw I was still in my pajamas.

       It took me nearly all afternoon to get ready.  Girls have so many things to do to look gorgeous for their date. I checked myself out before the mirror and smiled. Men have no idea what it’s like to pull it all together for them, but it usually is worth all the trouble.

More tomorrow…

       The cold room smelled of old furniture, dust and stale cigar smoke. I opened the doors and windows to let in some fresh air.  I couldn’t believe nothing had been remodeled. The big wood stove was still in the kitchen along with the moss green Sears refrigerator. On the cabinet was a microwave, a little old, but it worked and that was all that mattered for now.  I heated a can of chili and marveled how quickly the spicy dish renewed my energy and made me more optimistic about spending the night in this old house.

       I decided to park the car in the garage before settling in, but was disappointed to find that all the doors and windows of the garage were locked and the keys weren’t hidden in any of the usual places. As I started back to the porch to look for the keys in the house,  I was surprised to see I had company. A large white cat sat in the corner, bathing herself. I wanted to ignore her, but every time I looked in her direction, I was transfixed by the stare of her slanting yellow eyes. When she let out a threatening meow, I hustled back into the house to continue my search for the garage door keys.

       As the keys were nowhere to be found, I went outside again, locked the car and brought the luggage into the house. Much to my relief, the white cat had disappeared.

       It had been a long day. The harvest moon was rising, illuminating the countryside with a pale warm glow. The idea of sitting on the porch and sipping a glass of wine was very appealing for soothing my aching heart.

End of Chapter One

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