The clubhouse had become unusually quiet by Sunday afternoon, because most of the members had returned to their normal routines after yesterday's family ride and the children were outside playing while the women prepared dinner.
I was sitting on the back steps with a cup of coffee when Charlotte appeared in the doorway.
She hesitated before stepping outside, and I could tell from the way she kept twisting her fingers together that she had something she wanted to say.
"Can we talk?" She asked and I looked up at her.
"Sure." I said.
She came down the steps and sat several feet away from me, because she clearly understood that I was not ready to have her sitting beside me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke and then Charlotte took a slow breath.
"I have been thinking about what you said
