Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (06) It was the Argyle Socks (Part 08)
When they got to the clubhouse they found Michael and his Cousin William on the terrace having a drink, they were sitting quietly reflecting on the day’s events, and they invited Tallulah and George to join them.
“So you two, have you had a good round?” Michael asked picking up their scorecards.
“Bless me Tally what happened on the 18th you really went to pieces”
“Yes my mind was obviously elsewhere” she replied
“That’s a shame because you were creaming him up till 17”
“It was in the woods” George said quietly
“What was that?” asked Michael
“Nothing” She said and then excused herself
“And what about you?” Michael said perusing Georges card
“You got a par on 17?” he said in astonishment
“Yes” he said as he watched Tally walk away,
“It was almost perfect”
After the near miss in the woods on Friday the best thing to have done for both of them would have been to get back on the horse, however they were unable to get back in the saddle as the weather turned and violent storms hit the Vale.
Torrential rain began to fall on Friday and made the course unplayable they did however almost run into each other at the crowded clubhouse at lunchtime.
As George crossed the lobby he caught sight of Tallulah sitting alone at one of the tables so he strode purposely in her direction and then as luck would have it, or so he thought, he caught her eye and George gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away which he thought very odd behavior.
On Sunday, although the course was playable again, there was a big family get-together at Cousin William’s house.
Instead of enjoying a splendid Sunday roast with the family
Tallulah spent much of day fretting over her ridiculous behaviour of the day before when she inexplicably ran away from George.
As if failing to seize the moment in the woods when his lips were only inches away from hers wasn’t bad enough she then ran away and hid in the toilets to avoid him when that was the last thing she wanted to do.
George meanwhile spent the day in his cottage also regretting his missed opportunity and puzzling as to why Tallulah avoided him so blatantly.
He resolved to put her out of his mind but had determined not to let another opportunity slip by, and he pledged to himself that the next time he saw her he would seize the moment.
And then he began looking forward to the game he had arranged for Monday morning with Michael.
As she walked over to the clubhouse with Michael for what would be her last round before she returned to Mornington, she was quite nonchalant, blasé even, about her missed opportunity, she was determined not to let it ruin her last game, after all that wasn’t what she’d come to Highfinch for anyway, romance was very much not on her itinerary.
But the moment she reached the 1st tee and saw George standing with Cousin William all her nonchalance evaporated.
Neither George nor Tallulah was aware that the other one would be there so they were both pleasantly surprised but also a little bit embarrassed.