Emma swung and missed the ball completely.
“Yup,” Wayne noted.
“Can you tell me what I did wrong, there?” she asked, spinning
to face him.
Her direct eagerness surprised Wayne. He wasn’t ready with a
reply.
“Almost everything,” he finally managed, with a laugh.
Then he tried to remember the last time he’d laughed. It
wasn’t recently.
He showed her how to line up properly and had her hit a few
more times. She was a quick learner, for sure.
By the end of the lesson, he had yet to get a good read on
her, though. He was usually able to size somebody up quickly, but Emma seemed
to prove the exception to his rule. Short of asking her directly, he’d tried
everything he could to figure her out.
“Should I come back at the same time tomorrow?” she asked as
she put her clubs back in her bag.
“Whatever works best for you,” Wayne told her. It wasn’t
like he was going to be busy.
“Alright,” she said happily. “Same, then. Sounds good. See
you tomorrow, Wayne.”
Then she left.
Wayne stood still for a moment. Then he walked back inside
to the front desk. His wife met him at the counter.
“How was she?” his wife asked him.
“Good,” said Wayne. “For a beginner,” he added.
His wife looked at the clock on the wall. “You were out
there for a while.”
Wayne shrugged. “First lesson.”
“Yes,” his wife agreed. “We could use the business.”
“Right,” said Wayne.
“Is she coming back?”
“Tomorrow.”
There was an awkward silence.
“You know, you sent her out to me,” he told his wife
abruptly.
“I most certainly did not,” she said with her arms crossed.
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