As the tour finished he invited me to dinner only to be disappointed to learn I was flying out shortly but cheered up when I asked for his business card. It identified him William, an Allstate Insurance Agent with a Gig Harbor office. Instead of keeping it I wrote my office number on the back, kissed it to leave a lipstick imprint and told him to tell the receptionist he had an insurance issue when he called, happy he'd diverted my thoughts from family secrets.
The next Monday he called.
“Hello, William here, everything get settled with you at the University?”
“Hi, Yes, I’m glad you called, was just thinking about you. I’ll call you right back. Mini office crisis needs attention. Give me your number please.”
I closed my office door and checked
the Gig Harbor phone book. He was an insurance agent and he a Gig Harbor house
address. Checking the Thomas Bros. map book indicated it fronted Puget Sound.
When I phoned back he asked me to go
sailing. I explained I’d never sailed and asked if we shouldn’t have dinner
instead but he wanted me to sail with him Saturday.
With menstruation was by the weekend
and my husband going out of town the next Tuesday and Wednesday. Vixen would be
purring by Tuesday.
“Saturday is difficult, how about Tuesday?”
“Tuesday works. I’ll bring the boat to Olympia and berth at its floating dock, just past the seafood market, can’t miss it. Let’s meet at 10 AM and I’ll show you the basics of sailing.”
“Okay, I’ll bring lunch and wine,
hopefully I won’t get seasick.”
Monday I went shopping, shopping for
overnight on a sail boat based on his saying it was a mini house on water. Looking
at sea clothes, family secrets recessed to repressed, then to forgotten.
I purchased a white turtle neck sweater with my enhanced breasts qualifying me as a sweater girl, a women's style blue Pea Coat, tight fitting jeans and blue sneakers all to look like an experienced deck hand even with a total lack of sea leg experience.