The Perfect Score 2 Widow's Weeds by Beth Williamson

Author:Beth Williamson [Williamson, Beth]
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Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

After the first afternoon of bowling together, the tension between Veronica and Patrice seemed to lessen. Veronica still felt weird, but not scared or nervous, just ... odd and unsettled. They went for ice cream with Buck and Marlene and laughed and talked again. That indefinable connection between them was still there, as if they’d known each other for a long time.

Veronica didn’t experience that with anyone else but Marlene, Babs, and Orin. That meant something, she just didn’t know what, or she didn’t want to know it. As she sat and watched the bees drone around the trash can, Patrice sat down beside her.

“Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

Veronica’s stomach clenched and something akin to fear raced through her. Why would she be afraid?

“I don’t think so.” Veronica didn’t meet Patrice’s gaze. She kept her eyes forward, but she could feel her next to her on the bench.

“I don’t know the area, and I thought maybe you could be my tour guide.”

Veronica snorted a laugh. “There isn’t much to see, Patrice. There’s nothing in Espejo but what you probably passed on the way into town.”

There was a silence only broken by cars passing by and the murmur of Marlene and Buck behind them.

“Okay, I’m going to be honest,” Patrice sighed. “I thought maybe tomorrow I could paint you.”

Veronica shook her head. “I’m not ready for that, Patrice.” She didn’t want to admit it, but a small part way down inside wanted to pose for her.

“I appreciate your honesty. The offer is still open if you change your mind.”

They rode back to the alley in the backseat of Marlene’s pickup without talking. Veronica could still feel Patrice there, and the sensation was as odd as the last few days. She didn’t want to be aware of her, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. The next week was going to be the hardest six days of her life.

“Same time tomorrow?” Patrice asked when they climbed out of the truck. “We should practice more.”

“Sure. Sounds good.”

As Veronica headed inside to get her bowling ball from behind the desk, Patrice’s presence continued to walk beside her, even as she was driving away. Like a stubborn little auburn-haired spirit that refused to leave her.

* * * * *

Sunday’s ritual involved visiting Orin. Veronica had done it faithfully, no matter what the weather or how she felt. This Sunday was no exception. Actually, she felt the need to talk to him. She’d been avoiding her mother’s calls, avoiding Patrice, avoiding life. Again.

She drove into Park Ridge Cemetery and parked near the entrance. The walk to Orin’s grave always gave her time to think, both before and after her visit. She walked slowly, remembering everything from the last three days, most particularly the time spent with Patrice.

Veronica didn’t understand it. By the time she reached Orin’s grave, she was still confused. She’d never thought of herself as “gay” or even having any kind of lesbian fantasies. Yet, here she was, still thinking about a one-night stand with a woman that she had never intended to have happen.

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