I practically skipped along the road like a giddy school girl the rest of the way to the director’s cottage. I ran up the wooden steps to the deck and knocked on the sliding glass door as I caught my breath and peered inside. I could see Barb wrestling with the wine opener. She had a huge 1.5 liter bottle of Merlot. She grinned and waved me in.
“Need help? I’m a bit of an expert!” I proclaimed.
“Yes please!” Barb proffered the wine opener to me. I set to work. “I’m thinking we’ll watch the sunset from the deck.”
“Fantastic! Thanks so much for having me. Normally I would have brought a gourmet appetizer to share, but all I have at my disposal is gummy bears.” I said and Barb laughed. I managed to pull the cork from the wine bottle and poured two generous glasses of the red wine into the jam jars that Barb had set down on the counter beside me.
“No problem. I have some cheese.” Barb said as she reached into the fridge and pulled out a melmac plate with Swiss and cheddar cheese slices and grapes daintily arranged on it. Barb opened one of the kitchen cupboards and pulled out a box of crackers. “I think the kids might have left us juuuuust enough crackers too.” She shook them out into a plastic bowl. She placed the cheese plate, bowl of crackers, two melmac plates, two plaid cloth napkins and the two jam jars of wine onto a wooden serving tray.
“Wow! You really fussed!”
“It’s not often that I have a ‘Girls Night’ at camp!” Barb said with a smile that quickly faded.
I knew she was thinking of Bill stuck in the hospital.
“What’s the latest word?” I asked as I slid the glass door open for Barb and then followed her out onto the deck.
“The doctor thinks he has a clotting disorder. He would need to be on a blood thinner for the rest of his life.” Barb said as she carefully placed the wooden tray onto the patio table which was covered with a thin wool Buffalo check blanket. She pulled some matches from her pocket and lit two bees wax candles. We both sat down.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s rather good news, bad news, the way I figure it.” Barb said.
“How’s that?” I asked, curious.
“The bad news is that Bill suffered a PE and he has a clotting disorder. No doubt about that. But the good news is that we caught it in time, he’s getting better and he can be treated.” Barb said as she set the food out onto the table.
“Aha!” I said.
“I have always been a ‘glass is half full kind of gal’, Anne.” Barb said as she handed me a glass of wine and then held hers out to me. “I would compare it to our glasses here, but I can see that you are a ‘glass totally full kind of gal’!”
“I am when it comes to bartending!” I laughed.
“You’re a fantastic bartender!” Barb said and we clinked glasses. “And a fantastic nurse too. Thank you again for your advice.”
“You are most welcome.” I said as I blushed a took a sip of the wine.