Lost our game so were out. If I had played well it would have been a different story, some consolation in holding a US champion national team member to a tie after 12 ends.
Shopping with our visitors, then while they visited the pool, helped start a new group of trainees.
Very warm yesterday.

 Marsh his voice husky with passion, “Elena  ...?”

 “Yes, mi amor, Oh …..”

 At that moment there was the shrill ring of Elena’s phone!

 They froze their bodies close; the phone rang and rang again.

 Elena, her face flushed pulled away and walked unsteadily into her room and picked up the phone. “Allo, este es Elena.” Listening for a moment, she then said,  “ No, I am sorry, I have not seen Marsh since we came from our dinner.  He may have gone for a walk.” She listened for another moment then said, “If you like I will put a note under his door and he can call you when he returns.” Then, “Bueno, I will do that, buenos noches.”

 She put down the phone and turned to face Marsh who had followed her into the room.  Her face now very pale she started to speak, then tears welled up in her eyes, she threw her arms around Marsh’s neck and cried, “Oh Marsh, I am sorry.  That was Barney Madden, you are to call him.  I lied to him, I’m sorry, so sorry”

 Marsh not quite sure if she was sorry because of the broken moment or only because of the lie said, “I’m sorry too, not because of what you said to Barney because you did what was right.  I am sorry that the phone rang, but I think I’m also sorry because maybe I was, uh I shouldn’t, I mean I….”

 She finally saved him by interjecting, “Shh, I am not sorry, I am….”  Then her voice muffled and hard to understand as she pressed her face to his shirt, “…I am sorry the telephone rang.”