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Katy Lunch, 2011

        Macy trembled like a baby giraffe on the cedar patio at Ridge Country Club. She stood a good inch higher than Kevin and everyone else at the table in spite of the flat, whispering soles of her tennis shoes. When she waited on men at the patio tables, masked in the shade of their yellow umbrellas, Macy’s hips would sway uncertainly above her frail awkward legs. Macy nodded at Kevin when she saw him with the boys from Fisher Academy. She smiled at each one respectively before handing them small laminated menus.

        Their father’s were all full time members at Ridge. They wore white golf shoes and polo shirts adorned with horses rampant and grinning crocodiles. Kevin’s shirt was green. A blue embroidered stallion galloped over the region of chest where his heart rested. Macy’s long fingers played with the equine thread as she leaned over dealing out menus to Kevin’s companions. Her nails pinched him fiercely before drawing away. Kevin was still, though he raised his eyes to Macy slowly.

        “I’ll take the Ridge Burger, Macy,” he said.

        The boys smiled, and Macy did too, her flat little teeth fixed tight.

        “Erin will take your order. I am just finishing up my shift. She will be out in a minute.

        Kevin nodded understandingly and watched Macy retreat from the patio with the fragile steps of a fawn. He waited fifteen minutes, and ordered a Ridge Burger from Erin before rising.

        They met in front of the club swimming pool. Its murky lights brought an alien brightness to the dusk. Grace Sullivan from Our Lady of Peace rose from her daily sunbath, and removed her white tunic. She dove cleanly into the water illuminated in the sleepy glow of the pool. Macy had a bottle of Ridge’s champagne, tucked into her bag.

        “She’s wearing your ring,” Macy said in a low voice as Kevin casually followed her through the gates of the Club-house and out towards the rolling golf green.

        “It’s just my Fisher Academy ring, Macy. My mother made me give it to Grace. She’s really chummy with Mrs. Sullivan. The thing’s big and ugly. You wouldn’t want it.”

        He laid his hand on Macy’s side feeling the rise and fall of her ribs. She was lean and starved like a racehorse.

        “No, I suppose I wouldn’t,” she answered airily smiling slowly as she spoke. “I was surprised when Grace showed it to me. I thought that there would be a fish on it, Kev. You know, because of the Fisherman.”

        “Bishop John Fisher, Macy? He never caught a minnow.”

        Kevin’s eyes crinkled with amusement, and his hand eased Macy into the dim of the golf course. Macy shrugged, although her sun kissed cheeks glowed pink in the half-light.

        “Not by the lake, Kevin. The geese are down there.” Macy begged.

        “Geese? The groundskeeper chases them out. Trust me, Macy. I golf this course every week.”

        “But I hear them from the patio. They sound angry.”

        “They want in, just like everyone else.”

        Kevin and Macy skirted the small man-made lake, shallow and green in the fading sun. There were lights in it, just like the swimming pool. Macy lowered herself onto the grass before the water. Her long legs folded awkwardly beneath her. She twisted, stiffly squinting at the clubhouse lights in the distance. The bugs were biting, and she had forgotten a blanket.

        Kevin knelt and slipped off her whispering white shoes revealing mangled feet. They were small and twisted like a Chinese courtesan’s. The broken toes curled ineffectively towards Kevin’s firm and deliberate touch. Macy would not look at them. She pulled her feet underneath her further, and drew close to Kevin’s face. He buried his head in the cavernous hollow of her thin fluted shoulders. Macy kept her eyes on the clubhouse lights as Kevin kissed her. Her teeth grazed the little polo horse on his shirt. It tasted like thread. Macy sighed and closed her eyes.

        “I took off the night of the Ridge Luau on Friday,” Macy whispered grasping the polo to herself like a child’s blanket when it came over Kevin’s head.


        “So we could go,” Macy answered slowly. She clutched the polo closer forcing her eyes away from the clubhouse lights.

        “Are you taking, Grace?” she asked.

        Kevin licked his lips. “I didn’t think you would want to go, and my mom thought it would be better if I took Grace, just because, you know, it’s usually for members, Macy.”

        “I bought a dress.”

        Kevin clutched his brown arms to his chest that was bare save for a scapular. He warily eyed the polo in Macy’s clutches.

        “God, Macy. I’m sorry. I really didn’t think it was something you would want to do. It doesn’t seem at all your kind of thing. And you know how it is with Fisher and Ridge, and everything. There are some places we just shouldn’t go, you know, together.”

        “We’ve never left the golf course, Kevin,” Macy said slowly rising to her feet. She was stiff, and her feet had fallen asleep. Kevin watched her limp about in a small circle, gathering her things together.

        “I want something,” she finally said. “Grace got your ring, and she got your dance. I want something too.”

        “Please don’t take my shirt, Macy,”

        Macy tossed it back to him as she forced her white shoes over her twisted toes.

        “I wanted to take you, Macy.”

        “No, you didn’t”

        He put his arms around her before she could pull away. Kevin swayed her in the dark, though she stood some way above him. Macy put her arms around Kevin’s shoulders, and rested her head against him, her legs knotting clumsily beneath her. They danced on the green. Macy sniffed a little. His brown scapular brushed against her cheek. The mysteries of the crude and frail leather captivated her. It smelled like him.

        “Why do you hide it in your shirt?”

        “It’s a private devotion.”

        The radiant woman’s face on the brown leather rectangle was twisted with sorrow, her heart pierced by steel. Macy frowned into those pious eyes, and looked up the hill at the clubhouse once more.

        “You shouldn’t hide her like that, Kevin.”

        “It might be a little hard for you to understand, Macy, not going to Our Lady of Peace I mean,” Kevin explained gently.

        “I understand who she is, Kevin,” Macy said fighting back laughter as she watched the heart of a virgin in agony sway between them.
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