He’d doubled his caseload to keep himself busy. More often than not, he canceled his dinner date with Mary Ellen, but always took her to Bensonhurst on Saturday night. For the time being, it appeased her.
When the Danburys finally replaced the pin and moved to the next hole, Eron stood and practiced his shot. Again, he remembered enveloping Garrett’s in his arms and coaching him on his swing. Garrett brought out the best in him. Around Garrett, he wanted to be benevolent and gentle.
“When are you going to get married, or at least propose to her, Eron?”
Uncle George’s words echoed in his head as he gave the ball another good smack and watched it disappear into the clear sky and fall halfway down the fairway. Normally, he could depend on George to leave him alone when it came to Mary Ellen or any other woman he had dated in the past and Eron knew why. But not lately.