Bobbi

Moments after Rock watched an air show at a nearby college airport, he walked into a lounge close to the school. Once inside, he saw a young woman he had known thirty-five years earlier when they were classmates at the University of Arkansas-Little Rock. He had not seen her since and, in fact, had scarcely thought of her, but he remembered that her name was Bobbi and that she was from Star City, Arkansas, a small town between Pine Bluff and Monticello.
Here she was, seated alone under dim lights in the middle of a large corner booth, and as always before, she wore elegant makeup, perfectly bobbed brunette hair, and significant jewels on her hands and wrists. She was dressed in stylish athletic wear, but what stood out most for Rock was a beige canvas bag on the table beside her emblazoned with a Bel-Air Country Club logo.
"Have you played at Bel-Air?" Rock said in a tone that bespoke his high regard for the prospect.
"I'm a member," she said.
Her statement stunned him. Bel-Air was as exclusive as any private club in America, and it seemed nearly unimaginable to Rock that this college student had been sought out as a member. Nevertheless, he asked the inevitable.
"Is there any way I could play it with you?"
"You know what, Rock, you don't want to play there," she said. "I've only played it once, and it was too much for me."