'Alright, alright! Go ahead and say it then.'
'I'm sorry for getting drunk ... I'm sorry for the other night ... that row we had ... I was unfair ... I was wrong ... I'm sorry, Jenny.'
'All right then,' she seized the opportunity, moved closer, stood over him. 'Now you listen to me, Ken. You hurt me the other night ... hurt me badly ...'
'I said I'm sorry ... Jesus Jenny, what more can I say ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry.'
'I know, I know ... but just listen to me ...'
He interjected again.
'If it's about the stables, Jenny ... you can go ahead and build them ... I'm not going to say anything anymore.'
She held her breath. This was getting better, unbelievably better, she wanted to hear more.
'You can build you stables, ride your horses, do what you like. It's your hobby ... I realise that now ... so go ahead ... enjoy it.'
She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Was it the drink - she hoped not. Obviously he has thought it all over. If this was real, it would be a whole new future, almost too good to be true.
'Do you really mean that, Ken? Seriously, honestly ... no messing.' She was determined to copper-fasten it.
'Yes, Jenny. Of course I mean it ... if not I wouldn't say it ... Christ, do you want me to write it down?'
'No, Ken. I accept your word. Is it alright then if I buy a horse to ride?' This would be the first test.
'I don't care if you buy a dozen horses, Jenny ... I've told you, I'm not getting involved ... you have your horses ... I'll have my golf ... It's as simple as that.'
'Thanks, Ken.'
'Thanks for what? Sure it was me that was wrong ... I've thought it all out ... it'll be different from now on.'
'Okay, we'll leave it at that then ... see how it works out.' She was elated, but didn't dare show it. Taking her coffee with her, about to leave the kitchen, he called her back.
'Will you do me a favour?
Surprised and fearful that it might be the sting in the tail, she responded apprehensively.
'If I can.'
Would you drive me over to the Golf Club. Danny Logan drove me home last night ... I want to collect the car.'
'Okay. Throw a shape on yourself ... I'll be down in a minute.'
Almost out the door, he called again.
'There's just one other thing.' He spoke meekly, almost child-like.
'Yes?'
'Would you come back into our bedroom to-night?'
She sighed deeply.
'I'll consider it on one condition.'
'What's that?'
'If you guarantee not to nag me about my horses or horse-riding ever again.'
'Agreed ... never again.'
'Okay then ... that's a deal.'
She believed him, and like all good gamblers, left while she was winning.
* * *
Heavenly Ride
She threw an extra sweater on the back seat of the car as she set off for South Kilkenny. The first real chill of the winter had arrived, the thin coating of white frost covering the lawn said it was time to increase the body-wrap.
This was Jenny's twentieth Saturday morning trip and it still gave her that ripple of excitement, that itchy nervous tension, that warm inner sensation of knowing that she would soon be astride 'Harmonica,' savouring the beauty of Dream Valley, and basking in the sheer pleasure of riding beside Garry. It was a heavenly experience that kept her going all week, an escape, an adventure, a pilgrimage, reviving her spirits, transforming her into a new woman.
To-day was extra special. Three weeks before Christmas, four weeks before the first Point-to-Point race meeting of the season. Their schedule seemed to be on target. They would know for sure to-day as 'Harmonica' would be given her first real test: a searching two mile work-out with 'Spinning Top,' the fittest horse in the yard, and already a winner.
As the Ford Mondeo cruised through the plains of Kildare, Jenny was mentally taking stock, analysing the massive new sea-change her life had undergone. The big important factor was Ken. He was true to his word - no interference, no nagging - just got on with his own life, resigned to accept things as they were, having lost his desire or ability to influence them. His visits to Dr Lucas were now history, he was playing more golf, and he seemed to be more relaxed and contented. This new Ken had definitely improved their relationship - the old pressure was gone. They could now talk more freely, respect each other as individuals and friends, enjoy their separate hobbies, and live life to the full.
Garry was brilliant too. He was also true to his word. He was working wonders with 'Harmonica.' Each Saturday she could see the improvement. The lustre of her coat, the sharpness of her eye, and the strength bursting out through shining muscles. He certainly was a expert horse trainer. He could train women too - that's for sure. That first day she met him in the flesh, something started to simmer inside her - she was sure he felt it too. It could have intensified, boiled over. It was him that steadied it, kept their relationship business-like, professional, focussed on the exciting project they had embarked on. She appreciated his restraint, his mature control. It was a balancing act, wasn't easy, but it only increased her admiration for him. Their closeness was growing steadily, maturely - just as they both wanted it.
'Harmonica' came through her test with flying colours. She beat 'Spinning Top' by an easy ten lengths. It was such a thrill. Jenny was overcome with excitement as she strained to pull up. The mare could have gone another two miles - she felt like a machine. The blinding speed, the awesome strength, the enormous stride; it was an incredible display of sheer power that had Jenny breathless, stunned and astonished.
'That was a bit okay,' Garry chuckled, as a panting Jenny eventually pulled up and returned to join him and 'Spinning Top.' She was speechless. The mare was sweating, snorting, dancing, still overflowing with exhilaration and adrenaline.
'That must be the understatement of the year, Garry. It was breathtaking ... unbelievable ... she's just brilliant.'
'I know. I always knew that. We had better slow down with her. It's a long season ahead and it hasn't even started yet.'
Jenny agreed.
'We don't want her going over the top ... she has to peak for Punchestown.'
'Ah, she'll be okay ... the next few weeks will be all about jumping. I'll start schooling her to-morrow. That'll keep her mind occupied ... no more fast work for a while.'
Back in the house over coffee they reviewed the programme. Both agreed that 'God willing' and all going well, she'd be ready for the first Point-to-Point of the new year in Cork, then a 'Hunter's Chase' in Gowran Park in February, a break of two weeks, then full steam ahead for Punchestown in April
'Harmonica' was now officially named and Jenny had received her jockey's licence. Her 'Owners Registration' had been approved by The Turf Club and she had been issued with her new racing colours: Maroon. White Stars. White Cap with Maroon Stars.
'Great colours,' said Garry, 'no bother picking you out. I hope they'll be really lucky for you, Jenny.'
'Thanks a million, Garry.' That simple expression of thanks couldn't never convey to him her deep sincere gratitude for everything. She was basking in the sheer pleasure of her new exciting adventure, savouring the thrills, relishing the challenges.
She now felt so happy, assured and optimistic. That day at the hunt when she was hurtled against the bog, shaken to pieces, knocked unconscious, almost killed. In hindsight, it was the best thing that ever happened to her. But for that, she wouldn't be here. Now her whole life had changed and that handsome lad across the table had made it all possible. She had a sudden urge to grab him, hug him, kiss him, show him what she really thought of him. No! No! No! Stop Jenny!
She banished the thought - checked her watch.
'That's it, Garry, got to go ... see you next week.'
'Sure. That bit of excitement to-day should keep you going for the week.'
'It sure will, Garry ... it sure will.'
As
she swung the car out of the yard, still broadly smiling, she flashed the lights, blew the horn, waved vigorously. Returning the wave, he watched her disappear round the bend.
He was really impressed with her to-day. He knew from the first day he saw her riding that she was extra talented. To-day she showed him what a brilliant horse-woman she really was. It wasn't easy for someone doing fast work on fresh thoroughbreds to get everything right the first time. That mare was enormously strong. He himself had difficulty holding her, she took some pull. If she got away, you'd never get her back, she'd just run away with you. It was no bother to Jenny, child's play, she had the knack. She was light and not very strong. She didn't need strength, she had it in her hands and in her head. The way she settled that big mare, got her enjoying herself, controlled her exuberance and dictated the work, was just brilliant - the best he had seen since Newmarket. How could someone - an amateur - have so much talent? He was glad to be helping her to use it, couldn't wait to see her in a race - that would be something else.
This whole new venture had given a great uplift to himself too. There was a new air of confidence and optimism around the place, and a new exciting focus to his life. He found himself longing for Saturdays to arrive, bringing Jenny and that strange warm feeling, a sensation he couldn't easily identify, but it was real and it felt great. She was so beautiful, so talented, yet so ordinary, so down to earth. A top business woman, a doctor's wife, a celebrity with charm, integrity, yet simplicity. What a shame he didn't meet her long ago - when she was free. He couldn't imagine the exquisite bliss that would be. That doctor. What a lucky son of a gun. He doesn't really deserve her - doesn't appreciate her. He never comes down to even see the mare, takes no interest in what she is doing, and she so enthusiastic, so committed, and so brave. If only he had her - they would make some team.
He cringed at the thought of what he had missed. God what a shame! Too late now. He pulled himself out of that line of thought. At least he had her every Saturday. Be thankful for small mercies, Garry.
* * *
Lure of Temptation
Ken rose early. It was Saturday and he had a long road ahead of him. The Winter Medical Conference was on in Waterford. He had to be there at eleven o'clock representing the Belmont Clinic doctors. A one-day annual gathering, he had attended the last one in Galway and was re-appointed as a delegate. It was usually an enjoyable affair, a mixture of serious deliberations, excellent dining, and a bit of socialising. Most delegates would bring their partners, stay overnight, and make an interesting and enjoyable weekend of it.
Ken had intended doing that too, and was really annoyed that it hadn't worked out that way. Jenny couldn't go. She was heading down to that Dream Valley place again - the usual Saturday ritual. He was getting a bit fed up of this carry-on now. Why she couldn't spare at least one Saturday was beyond him. This was an important occasion for him, and it would look much better if his wife was with him. But no, she couldn't give him that much. It wasn't a lot to ask. Though feeling bad about it, he was determined not to show it. The last thing he wanted was another blazing row. He consoled himself:
Don't worry Ken - little apples will grow again - they'll be other occasions, other favours required - she'll be reminded of it then.
The journey was uneventful, and in fact enjoyable. Glen Miller's swinging jazz music helped to smooth his edginess, shorten the road, and entering The Tower Hotel, he was in the best of form.
The place was crammed with doctors. Waiting for the conference to begin some gathered in groups in the foyer, chatting, sharing greetings, and renewing old acquaintances. Others were in the bar wetting their whistles, lubricating the voice boxes, before proceedings began.
He wondered if he would have a drink himself, could do with one, but felt awkward to be alone. He didn't want to gate-crash any groups, although he knew a lot of them from his student days. Sitting on a high stool by the counter, he ordered a beer. He was behind a group of six and wasn't too conspicuous.
'Ken!' an excited voice rang out. He didn't respond immediately - wasn't sure it was for him. A slap on the back and a bear-hug from behind assured him it was. He disentangled himself, turned, and there she was, large as life: Nancy Meyers, now Dr Nancy Meyers, according to her name-badge. They hugged again, from the front this time, leaned back, had a good admiring look at each other.
'God, you look a picture, Ken ... where have you been all this time? What have you been doing with yourself? I'm absolutely thrilled to see you again.'
'I'm great Nancy ... but you're the one that looks the picture ... still the bubbly beauty ... like a teenager ... and as flattering as ever.'
'Will yeh go 'way, Ken ... far from a teenager I am now.'
She did look great, beautifully attired in a black designer suit, white and gold-trimmed silk blouse, brilliantly coifed ash blonde hair, big wide-set blue eyes, dazzling white smile. He saw a maturity about her that was lacking in her student days. She had furnished up, developed, blossomed. She was now what he would describe as an elegant lady, oozing with quality, charm and personality - he was really impressed.
Sharing a beer with her, he learned that she now worked at the Waterford Regional Hospital, never got married, had her own apartment - just a block from the hotel - played golf, travelled a lot, and still milked life for every drop of pleasure she could get out of it. 'That wouldn't change,' she assured him.
He had to go back through his last seven years, his career, his love life, explain why his wife wasn't with him, and promise her he would make himself available to share a couple of drinks in the evening when the conference finished.
'That's a promise now, Ken ... don't let me down.' She knew how elusive he was in the past - was taking no chances.
'Sure Nancy ... I'll be here, don't worry.' Meeting her was wonderful - he wasn't on his own now - he felt great.
The bell rang. It was time to take their seats. Nancy went back to her group. Ken admired her from behind as she joined two other doctors, whose wives seemed to be heading for the town and some shopping.
Two hundred delegates filed into the big ballroom, found their seats and business began. There would be a one hour break at one o'clock for lunch, half an hour for coffee at three-thirty, and the chairman assured all that he would have the agenda completed by five at the latest. The young doctor from Galway was true to his word, impressed the delegates with his firmness, fairness and efficiency.
Dinner was served, and from where she sat with her friends, Nancy had a direct view of Ken. Observing him keenly, she figured he felt a bit lost on his own. He didn't chat much to those around him - they all had their partners; he didn't. She knew he was always a bit shy, would feel odd in a situation like that. She kept an eye on him in case he did anything silly - like going to the loo and not coming back - stealing away stealthily. He hadn't changed a bit, looked as stunning as ever, even more so now with maturity. God t'was great to see him again after all those years. She would endeavour to make his visit to her native city as memorable as possible.
She excused herself for leaving her company. 'an old collage friend I haven't seen for years.' They understood. Nancy had the knack of finding old friends everywhere. Passing Ken's table, she winked, jerked her head in the direction of the bar - he got the message. She was waiting on the high stool when he arrived.
'Now, what will it be?'
'I'll get it,' he protested.
'No, no, no ... you're in my city now ... I have the honour.'
'Okay, thanks ... let me see ... not beer anyway, I'm stuffed.'
'So am I. I think we should have a little scotch on the rocks.'
'Perfect ... which scotch do you like?'
'Did you ever drink 'The Famous Grouse'?
'I didn't actually.'
Don't know what you're missing, Ken ... the very best ... Two large Grouse on the rocks, please'
'Coming up, Madam,' the bar staff were quick and efficient.
With warm affectionate smiles, they c
licked glasses, and drank.
'Tastes good ... great body ... nice flavour,' Ken was impressed.
'Yeah, I was introduced to it when I was in Edinburgh two years ago. It'll grow on you, I promise ... you won't drink anything else.'
'Wouldn't want to get too fond of it, dangerous stuff.'
'I know, but you're the one that can handle it, Ken.'
She was reminding him of his drinking prowess during their collage days - he could drink most of them under the table.'
They settled down for a long trip down memory lane, reminiscing, recalling old mates, now scattered around the world, and looked back nostalgically at the incredible things they got up to. The more 'Grouse' they consumed, the more vivid the memories. Ken's face was getting flushed, his cheeks shining red, his forehead hot and moist. He wasn't used to so much spirits recently - this was strong stuff. He opened the neck button of his shirt, loosened his tie. There wasn't a shake out of Nancy - she was just getting started. She was in her element, giving him a synopsis of her lifestyle, her work, her friends, her travelling, her golf. He was all ears especially for her golf. They revisited many famous courses that they both played and he proudly gave her a report on Florida.
'We'll just have to get together next summer for a little golfing break, Ken ... would you come if I arranged it?'
'Of course I would ... you book it and I'll be there,' he was now in the humour to agree to anything she might suggest.
'Last drinks please!' The barman's voice rang out.
Ken was startled.
'Christ, is it that time already?'
Nancy smiled that wicked smile.
'Never mind, Ken, you were enjoying yourself ... don't worry about the time ... you're not going back to-night anyway.'
'Oh God no ... I'm well over the limit now ... not sure where I'm going to stay though ...could stay here, I suppose.'
Although fairly tipsy, he could still drop a hint. This was music to Nancy's ears.
'No need to stay here, Ken ... my apartment is just around the corner ... plenty of room there.'
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