我打开车门，抓住绳子。在激流的水中，我滑倒了。“我过不去！”我喊道，并使劲拽着绳子。
“能，你能的。”他的声音很平静。
如果那时换成另外任何一个人，而不是艾·克，我想我根本无法做到。但我信任我的丈夫。我完全按他的指挥做，最终扑到他的怀里。“谢谢，”我说，然后靠在他的胸膛哭了，“我很抱歉，刚才跟你发脾气，那是”
“嘘”艾·克低声说，“现在好了，你没事就好。”
上帝提醒了我，艾·克完全懂得怎样照顾人。
高尔夫罗曼史
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.