我打開車門，抓住繩子。在激流的水中，我滑倒了。“我過不去！”我喊道，並使勁拽著繩子。
“能，你能的。”他的聲音很平靜。
如果那時換成另外任何一個人，而不是艾·克，我想我根本無法做到。但我信任我的丈夫。我完全按他的指揮做，最終撲到他的懷裏。“謝謝，”我說，然後靠在他的胸膛哭了，“我很抱歉，剛才跟你發脾氣，那是”
“噓”艾·克低聲說，“現在好了，你沒事就好。”
上帝提醒了我，艾·克完全懂得怎樣照顧人。
高爾夫羅曼史
Golf Course Romance
佚名 / Anonymous
My husband， Roy， had always wanted to play golf.
I had heard the horrid Golf Widow stories and never encouraged the game. After quite a few years of marriage and raising three children， we were informed by our twin sons， Brad and Chad， now young adults， that they were taking up the sport of golf. Needless to say， they wanted their Dad to play with them. They begged and pleaded， but he had lost interest several years earlier.
Our sons surprised Roy with a set of golf clubs one Father's Day. During our vacation that year， the three of them played a round of golf. Since he had so much fun， he wanted to share the experience with me.
"Let's go to the golf course，" he begged one Saturday afternoon.
"Why on earth would I want to play golf？" I asked.
"You can drive the cart，" he replied. "Please." I saw a pitiful look on his face — just like a little boy with no money in a candy store.
My first thought was， "Sure I can， but I could also drive my car to the mall. It would be cooler and a lot more fun." I looked back at his sad face and finally agreed to go.
"Now how long will this take？" I asked， with a twinge of resentments in my voice.
"We will only play nine holes，" he said. He whistled as he got his equipment together. We headed for the green grass of the golf course.