by Douglas Young<\/p>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWisteria Falls Hideaway Inn \u2013 let\u2019s make your vacation a big win.\u201d Marigold McTaft answered the phone behind the front desk moving from side to side in her swivel high chair grinning at Furman Chase, a long-time friend. It was a Friday night in June at the ten-room motel nestled in the mountains between the large Wisteria Falls waterfall and the little tourist town named for it. Though she attended college out of town, Marigold was home for the summer where she enjoyed working part-time at her Aunt Eloise\u2019s inn, especially when her relative was away. It was the cushiest job Marigold had ever had because she knew her aunt would never fire her since Marigold\u2019s mother, Eloise\u2019s sister, had loaned her a lot of money to help buy the motel. So Marigold got to play her own music at the front desk, dress in a halter top and shorts, and kick off her flip-flops.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Furman went to another university but was also in town for the summer where he worked in his father\u2019s law office. He had known Marigold since middle school and had been a buddy since high school. Though Furman had long dreamed of dating the tall, attractive brunette, Marigold\u2019s romantic tastes had veered toward jocks in high school and rock guitarists in college. As an utterly unathletic and reserved pre-law major, Furman fretted that he failed to meet Miss McTaft\u2019s dating requirements and had been loath to risk romantic rejection or jeopardize their friendship by asking her out.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So with another dateless Friday night, Furman readily accepted Marigold\u2019s request to keep her company at the motel that evening where she did little actual work beyond answering the phone and giving basic information to any guests with various questions. Mr. Chase sat at the other end of the little front desk and often felt like the straight man to Miss McTaft.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo how\u2019re things at your daddy\u2019s law office?\u201d she asked while admiring her nails. \u201cAny scandals or juicy divorce details? Any classmates in trouble with the law?\u201d She smiled at him with raised eyebrows.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNow, now, Miss Marigold,\u201d he replied with a feint smile. \u201cConfidentiality rules wouldn\u2019t let me share anything anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYeah, but you can waive all that with me, babe. I\u2019m practically family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, don\u2019t say that.\u201d He winced slightly.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, you know I\u2019d never tell anyone anything truly private,\u201d she managed to get out just before both of them guffawed.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, no,\u201d he replied between laughs. \u201cRemember when my mom told yours about Daddy putting white clothes with the colored ones in the washing machine and all the family\u2019s underwear turned pink? The next day at school a slew of classmates \u2013 including several girls, thank you very much \u2013 asked how I liked my new pink boxers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Laughing loudly, Marigold spun herself around in the swivel chair a few times with her legs extended. \u201cNow you gotta\u2019 admit, sweetie. That was just way too embarrassing not to share. Besides, it was completely innocent and just confirmed your G-rated family\u2019s corny credentials. You\u2019ll never get me to apologize for that one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Before he could reply, a small, severe-looking, middle-aged man came to the front desk asking for a local restaurant guide. Marigold greeted him warmly and handed it to him. When she asked if he wanted her recommendations, he waved his hand and left the lobby without a word.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cRude Yankee,\u201d she remarked.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMaybe he\u2019s just had a really rough week,\u201d Furman offered.
\n\u201cScrew him,\u201d she snarled. \u201cYesterday when I forgot he called asking for extra towels, he could\u2019ve easily just asked me again and I would\u2019ve apologized and gotten his stupid towels. But no. Mr. Asswipe makes a point of walking right by me to the manager\u2019s office and tells Aunt Eloise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPerhaps he\u2019s super shy and intimidated by your loud personality.\u201d Furman stifled a laugh.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThen he\u2019s a nutless wonder to boot,\u201d she pronounced. \u201cJust watch the little bastard. I bet you a dollar to a donut that twat posts a really bad review online \u2013 after <\/em>he\u2019s gone back to Yankeeland. They can have him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHe may not,\u201d Furman said hopefully.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI guess we\u2019ll just see.\u201d She smiled.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMercy, I\u2019m sure glad he didn\u2019t hear what all you said about him,\u201d Furman remarked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy?\u201d Marigold looked at him. \u201cYou think that little wuss is toting iron?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Laughing too much to speak, Furman could only wave his hand and shake his head.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIf this wasn\u2019t Aunt Eloise\u2019s business and I wasn\u2019t sure that scheming little back-stabber was gon\u2019 post a nasty review, I\u2019d tell Mr. Ballless exactly where he can stick his precious towels.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Seeing him chortle prompted Marigold to giggle and tickle his leg with her toes. She had always treasured Furman\u2019s company since he was ever kind, smarter and wittier than the guys she dated, eager to hear her exploits, and totally safe since he was her one male pal who never tried to get sexual with her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Furman saw her as so much more fun than his other friends, completely honest, and someone who truly cared about him. He wanted to believe they could make quite a copacetic couple, but still hesitated pursuing that possibility.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A humble, quiet young couple entered the lobby looking apologetic for prompting the pair behind the desk to stop talking and look at them. The lady was barely five feet tall and the gentleman was over six feet and obese. Both were dressed very conservatively.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWelcome to Wisteria Falls Hideaway Inn,\u201d Marigold greeted them with a grin. \u201cCome on in. Want a room?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hesitating, the husband mustered a smile and a \u201cYes ma\u2019am\u201d as the wife nodded nervously.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cFear not \u2019cause we\u2019ve still got two left. One\u2019s facing the highway and the other\u2019s looking out over the valley in back. Since it\u2019s got the better view, it\u2019s a tad more expensive, but just twenty bucks. Which would y\u2019all like?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The couple looked at each other and seemed completely stumped. Each kept deferring to the other with long, awkward pauses as neither appeared able to decide or risk disappointing the other. After Marigold glanced at Furman with wide eyes and a furtive grin, the couple finally determined to save a little money and go with the cheaper room above the highway. After Marigold handled their paperwork, shared some basic facts about the inn, and provided their keys, they thanked her and left the lobby without a sound.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGood Lord,\u201d Marigold declared looking at Furman with her mouth hanging open. \u201cCan you imagine being married to either of them? Please throw me over the waterfall now. I\u2019m sure they\u2019re real sweet and good people and all, but I\u2019d shrivel up and die of boredom.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPhysically,\u201d Furman mused, \u201cthey\u2019re a couple\u2019s equivalent of Laurel and Hardy. To put the most polite spin on it, she\u2019s Little Miss Petite and he\u2019s Mr. Horizontally Challenged.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYeah.\u201d Marigold giggled. \u201cLittle Miss Mayonnaise and fat Mr. White Bread. Ain\u2019t neither of \u2019em ever entered a beauty contest either. I sure hope they\u2019re on birth control. Can you imagine how ugly their kids would be?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, don\u2019t be mean, Marigold. Perhaps their children would be medium-sized,\u201d he mused.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYeah, and still butt ugly,\u201d she pronounced as Furman frowned at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGosh, as hopelessly strait-laced as they are, that reminds me. I haven\u2019t gotten stoned in weeks,\u201d she lamented with a pregnant smile, knowing he disapproved of her smoking marijuana.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAs Teddy Roosevelt would say, \u2018Bully for Marigold.\u2019\u201d He smiled at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou know, Furman, if you\u2019re not careful, you could risk being a real bore yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019d rather be a healthy bore than risk becoming a brain-damaged hipster,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCome on, Mr. Uptight. How dangerous can marijuana be? It\u2019s natural. It\u2019s a plant<\/em>. In fact, you know what it really is? Nature\u2019s valium, and God made it<\/em>,\u201d she proclaimed, thoroughly pleased with herself as she spun her chair around to celebrate her verbal touche.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSure,\u201d Furman noted. \u201cSo is belladonna. But I still wouldn\u2019t eat it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, it\u2019s a super Stevie Nicks album,\u201d she retorted with a grin and another spin.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHemlock\u2019s another natural plant. But look up what happened to Socrates when he drank it,\u201d he continued.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She faked a big yawn with her hand over her mouth. \u201cYeah, in Greece and thousands of years ago. Who cares?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBears and rattlesnakes are native to these parts right now but you\u2019ll never find me near one outside of a zoo,\u201d he stated.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOkay, Mr. Smarty Pants.\u201d She rolled her eyes. \u201cI should\u2019ve known not to get into a logical discussion with Mr. Spock. Beam me back to Planet Fun, Scotty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Though he tried not to show it, Furman coveted his intelligence being complimented, especially by her, as much as she craved her beauty being praised. But, knowing not to belabor his victory, he looked outside and changed the subject.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, speaking of nature and something I bet we agree on, it looks like we\u2019re about to get quite a shower of rain,\u201d he observed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHallelujah. As hot as it\u2019s been, I hope we get one drop shy of a flood,\u201d she declared. \u201cYou see how I\u2019m dressed.\u201d She pointed to her red halter top and short white pants.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHmm, and I thought you were just trying to show off for me,\u201d he got out before chuckling.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With raised eyebrows and her mouth wide open, she kicked him.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow dare you, Furmie. I\u2019ll have you know I\u2019m just a free spirit who couldn\u2019t care less about the gorgeous eye candy I provide the world.\u201d She stretched her arms wide.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Before he could reply, the song on the radio changed and Miss McTaft turned up the volume and jumped off her chair to dance to the Talking Heads\u2019 tune, \u201cAnd She Was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI love this song!\u201d she proclaimed exuberantly while twirling around the little area between the front desk and the room key boxes on the back wall.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Furman admired her spontaneity and joie de vivre, smiling at her and wishing he was as uninhibited. Particularly if they ever dated, he hoped some of her enthusiasm would inspire him.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bonita Hernandez, the motel\u2019s maid, entered the lobby with her cleaning cart to lock it in the large closet across the hall to the left of the front desk. She had worked late due to starting her shift that afternoon.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHola, Senorita Bonita.\u201d Marigold waved as she continued bopping to the radio beat. Miss Hernandez laughed as she waved back and began dancing a little herself before clocking out.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAt least two of us got rhythm,\u201d Marigold teased Furman who shook his head but could not hide his smile.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When the song ended, Miss McTaft resumed her seat and took a swig from her glass of lemonade while looking at the clock on the wall.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cUgh. Two more hours on this shift,\u201d she moaned before slowly turning her chair.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Feeling a little emboldened, Furman changed the conversation.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo is Miss McTaft dating any this summer?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot nearly enough,\u201d she lamented with a raised voice and mild disgust. \u201cAre there no decent-looking straight guys left with the sack to ask out a pretty gal?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI thought you recently went out with Rube Walker.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYeah, Rube\u2019s a nice boy but definitely not dating material. He actually cried at the movies. I don\u2019t date the emotionally incontinent.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, maybe he\u2019s just a sensitive guy,\u201d Furman remarked before chuckling.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cJust not my speed for a man, and certainly not a beau,\u201d Marigold stated with finality. However, just as Furman felt relieved, she brought up someone who unsettled him.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, but guess who Bobbie Jo Clemens told me yesterday is back in town for the summer?\u201d Before he could respond, she answered her own question.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGeorge Pickett,\u201d she announced with repeatedly raised eyebrows and a double spin. \u201cLooking extra tanned, rested, and ready.\u201d She smiled with wide eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIs he even still able to drive with all his speeding tickets?\u201d Furman asked. \u201cI recall last summer when he and that red Camaro got right behind me on Ben Hill Mountain. He kept revving up his motor trying to get me to go faster around those sharp curves. I didn\u2019t appreciate that one bit. And then the fool suddenly passes me around a blind<\/em> curve. I couldn\u2019t believe the guy\u2019s recklessness.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAh, that handsome, fire red Camaro\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhich his daddy bought him,\u201d Furman interjected.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWho cares?\u201d Marigold replied. \u201cThe shaggin\u2019 wagon.\u201d She smiled fanning herself with her hands and looking at him.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou know, you don\u2019t have to scratch every itch,\u201d he noted drily, prompting her to guffaw.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNow that was a fine line indeed,\u201d she said admiringly. \u201cYou\u2019re just full of witty gems this evening. Somebody wouldn\u2019t happen to be a tad jealous of Mr. Pickett, now, would he?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, you mean of an intellectually-challenged pituitary case who threw big balls through a hoop in high school?\u201d Furman asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, I hear tell he\u2019s definitely got some big balls.\u201d She giggled. \u201cWhy, I declare, Mr. Furman, but I do believe someone is genuinely jealous. Could somebody be crushing on me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNews flash, Miss Marigold. You ain\u2019t the only one here who\u2019s recently dated.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWoohoo,\u201d she replied and tickled his leg with her toes. \u201cDo dish, big boy. Who\u2019s the lucky gal?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, I don\u2019t know how \u2018lucky\u2019 she is, but Jessenia Hopkins.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCute and real sweet to boot, as I recall, and right quiet. She always liked to sit in the back of the classroom.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYep.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo what\u2019s y\u2019all\u2019s status? Hot and heavy, neutral, or past tense?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cUm, I\u2019m not sure. Likely the last.\u201d He sighed as she gave him an exaggerated pout. \u201cWe went out a few times earlier this month, and I thought we always had a good time. Never a contrary word. But she turned me down the last two times I asked her out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBank on it, babe. She\u2019s in your rearview mirror for sure.\u201d Marigold frowned. \u201cSorry, dear. Well, did you at least get some?\u201d She giggled before taking another drink of lemonade.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cA gentleman would never tell,\u201d he announced with a smile and raised head.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cUnless he got some.\u201d She guffawed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMethinks someone is projecting, dear,\u201d he retorted, prompting her to chortle and spin.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, if she did sleep with you, she doesn\u2019t think she owes you anything.\u201d Marigold laughed as he rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou speak with more confidence than anyone I\u2019ve ever known,\u201d he marveled. \u201cEspecially about romance. You oughta\u2019 start your own love advice website.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s right.\u201d She beamed. \u201cMiss Marigold\u2019s Romantic Lowdown.\u201d She laughed and took another spin as he chuckled.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI wish I had even half your confidence, Marigold.\u201d He hesitated staring at the floor as she stopped to look at him. \u201cI seem to blow it with every girl I go out with. I don\u2019t get it. I\u2019ve been a real loser in that department \u2026 and a lot of others as well.\u201d Marigold frowned at him.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m confident the Good Lord\u2019s a whole lot easier on you than you are, Furman. Stop beating yourself up. You\u2019re a good guy. A great guy, and don\u2019t you forget it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The phone rang and she went into official desk clerk mode while he was deeply touched absorbing her last words. He glanced at the clock and tried to decide whether to ask her out before her shift ended. Suddenly the memory of the shy couple unable to pick a room flashed before him and he resolved to act. When Marigold got off the phone, he spoke up.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy, is someone asking out little Miss Moi?\u201d She smiled at him with raised eyebrows and blinking eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThere\u2019s a Clint Eastwood film festival at the Dixie Cinema on the Square,\u201d he responded.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIs it a date?\u201d She grinned.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Blinking and not sure how to reply as she slowly raised her foot to slide it down his leg, he finally answered her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIf you want it to be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAh. Yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOkay, Mr. Furman. I guess we\u2019ll just see.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Douglas Young \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWisteria Falls Hideaway Inn \u2013 let\u2019s make your vacation a big win.\u201d Marigold McTaft answered the phone behind the front desk moving from side to side in her swivel high chair grinning at Furman Chase, a long-time friend. 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