shrimp…and settle down…it’d
be good for you.” Mac put his hand on Peter’s shoulder and looked him right in
the eye.
“Maybe I will. I’d like to have what you have here.” Peter
nodded once at Mac then turned to leave the kitchen.
* * * *
Mac took a bottle of wine and two glasses up to bed, when he
and Callie retired at nine thirty. Sam took a book into the living room. Peter
was restless. The darkness of the lake was broken by the light of a full moon.
A cool breeze with a hint of fresh lilacs enticed him outside, so he went for a
stroll. He walked down the deck to the lake and thought how romantic to be on
the lake in the moonlight with a special woman.
He turned away and went to the left of the house. Curiosity
about what was behind the house sent him down a narrow path leading from the
house to the water meter on the side and beyond. Past the house he stopped to
look up at the moon and spied the small deck attached to the master bedroom on
the second floor. He saw a tiny table, burning candles and a wine bottle. And
Mac and Callie.
They were drinking from wine glasses and undressing each
other. Although he knew he should leave, Peter was transfixed. Mac pulled his T-shirt
over his head. Then he took Callie’s shirt over her head and off. He reached around
and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. Peter couldn’t see much of Callie
except for a little in silhouette because the moon was behind her and Mac was
in front of her. The shadows hiding her body from his eyes relieved Peter of
guilt from spying on them.
Callie unzipped Mac’s pants and pulled them down. He slid her
shorts off and then her panties. She pulled his boxers down. They stood there
facing each other naked in the moonlight. Callie reached up to touch his face.
Mac stepped back a little to look at Callie, then he took her in his arms and
kissed her and kissed her. Peter could see Callie’s hands disappear in Mac’s
hair. Then Mac’s face moved down to Callie’s neck.
They broke to finish their wine. After the wine was gone,
Callie stepped toward Mac, running her hands up his chest. He couldn’t see
Mac’s hands, but suddenly Callie was pulled in closer to Mac and they kissed
again, Mac losing one hand in Callie’s flowing hair. Then Mac dropped down to
his knees and put his arms around Callie, burying his face in the shadows where
her breasts were. Callie threw her head back, her hair blowing slightly in the
soft, warm breeze. She ran her hands over Mac’s shoulders and bent her head
down to kiss the top of his head.
Mac stood up, blew out the candles and picked up Callie. He
carried her through the narrow door into the bedroom. Unease about spying on
the lovers ate at Peter, but the scene was so loving, gentle and sweet he had a
hard time pulling himself away. Their love touched his heart.
He returned to the house.
“Tea, Pete?” Sam asked, pouring from the kettle.
“Sure.”
Father and son sat down outside on the deck.
“Callie is perfect for Mac, don’t you think?” Sam asked.
“He was lucky to find her,” Peter said.
“And those kids…they’re fantastic!” Sam said. “Give you any
ideas, Pete?”
“I’d like to have what Mac has,” Peter confided.
“Sure you don’t want to continue tomcatting around?”
“I’d settle down quickly if I found a girl like Callie.”
“Not because you want to do what your older brother’s doing,
but because you want a family?”
“He has a good life. They’re not tired of each other, they
don’t fight or bicker…they love each other.”
“Their kind of devotion is a rare thing. Your mother and I
were close too. I hope you find it, Pete, I’d like to see you happily settled.”
“What are the chances of finding another Callie in a hick
town like Willow Falls?”
* * * *
Back in Willow Falls, the nightlife was beginning to heat up
as Alan drove Rex to The Wet Tee Shirt. It was six o’clock and the place was
filling up. It was dark but