Because It Makes Her Happy

“So, you’re just going to leave?” Paul stood behind the counter, his elbows resting on the cash register.

Almost everyone has a hobby outside of the house. Some people choose outdoor activities like gardening, hiking, fishing, or camping. For others, indoor pursuits are more attractive, with bowling, antiquing, or some form of billiards being their recreation of choice. Of course, like the characters of a once-popular tv show, there are people who spend their free time in a bar, soaking up equal amounts of alcohol and ambiance.

Then, there are those who combine a love of competition, art, and history with the appeal of a controlled climate. These eclectic few engage in miniatures gaming. Like a free-flowing game of chess, historically-accurate, painted figures are maneuvered through a landscaped gameboard as players recreate the contests of history, be it ancient, modern, or any age in between. It drew me in like a summer moth to a patio light.

I’d arrived to the Borderlands store after work that evening, planning to play a few games and build up my skills, but Sandi had called and needed me at home.

I faced Paul and the other patrons. “Let me explain. I like making my wife happy. It’s one of the most important things in my life.”

He sniggered. “Aw, she’s got you on a short leash. Be a man and stand up to her.”

“I’m not making myself clear. Sandi’s more important to me than all of you. She’s had a rough life, and when I’m able to make her happy, it makes me happy, too. Good night, gentlemen.”

Nobody said anything, so I slid my coat on and left.

I walked out and went home to the person who loves me more than anyone else ever could. I’ve never regretted my decision.

William R. Bartlett lives in Belton with his family.