This series details the beginning and how I met him. The first few installments can be found here:
https://lynzrealcooking.com/2018/06/01/1-summer-love-life-story/
https://lynzrealcooking.com/2018/06/08/summer-love-2/
https://lynzrealcooking.com/2018/06/15/summer-love-series-3/
https://lynzrealcooking.com/2018/06/29/summer-love-4/
Spokane, Wa. 1982
Sunlight streamed through branches that had recently bent to the will of a rising wind. Pine cones and needles that were in need of raking littered the driveway and mom’s requests for their speedy removal were met with agitation and a promise to “get to them” after work one day. He held my sweaty hand and pulled me closer sending shivers down my neck and back. Soft whispers in my ear left drops of water on his forehead and cheeks as wet hair was swept aside and lips pressed gently onto mine.
The slider door opened and dad’s presence jolted me into a new reality. I removed myself from his arms and turned to acknowledge my father who stood on the middle deck peering down. It was nearly 8 a.m. and I was responsible for opening Bingo; bags of ice needed to be carried, containers of popcorn made and condiments filled for the various food items that were offered. I spoke slowly and told him that I would have to leave and he was welcome to sit at Bingo or spend his time at the house in the woods.
I unlocked the door and ushered him inside where he greeted my father with the utmost respect. His self assured demeanor was a welcome change and he seemed to fit perfectly into our family environment. I was assured that everything would be fine as he and dad walked to the car to spend a day running errands and working on projects around the house. I jumped in the car and made my way to the track where a day of Bingo, a break and then a night of work in the concessions stand would help to support my spending money throughout the year.
A rush that could not be explained clouded logic and urged me to take steps toward surrender. A borrowed car, directions scratched onto a single sheet of paper and his calm and humble character made it hard to hold strong.
Wood house and middle deck
Beautifully written Lynn.
Leslie
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Thank you Leslie xo
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❤
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” A rush that could not be explained clouded logic….” How many times have so many others, including myself have had our logic clouded by emotions. Emotions are so powerful!
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yes that is sooo true Joy! Thank you for pointing that out! x
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You are welcome! ❤
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He knew how to disguise his motives so well…(K)
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He really did K xoxo
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It reads like a beautiful romance, Lynn, and it’s so easy to miss the darkness lurking beneath his loving and respectful exterior. I think that incredible skill in deception is an important part of the story and I’m glad you’re including it. Much love to you. ❤
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Thank you Diana! It is hard to explain how why and what happens so I hope I can shed light on it! xx
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The story explains it well, so you don’t have to. That’s the beauty of “show don’t tell.”
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yes very true!
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Beautifully written Lynn.
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Thank you Peter!
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Unbelievable that this is the same person…
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yes it really is!
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Glad this all lies behind you, Lynn 💖
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Lynn, very well written. It helps to explain how you went from point A to point Z by later marrying him.
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Thanks so much
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I can see why you were fell in deep – you were young and naive…very well written!!
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Thanks so much Linda
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We can only hope people are sincere and not have ulterior motives. Thank you for sharing your story, my sister.
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Thank you brother for reading and commenting!
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You’re welcome!!
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We never know what the future brings or how a person might change along the way.
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So very true!
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So sad to think that your pure feelings of awakening love were shattered by a person who didn’t deserve you.
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So beautifully written
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You certainly captured what it was that captured you back then.
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Thank you Colleen!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Nice piece!👍😊
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Thanks!
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Seeing his interaction with your family adds a new dimension to the story. I’m so glad you’re sharing all of this with us.
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Thanks Sarah. It helps me to write it.
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So well written! The man was a wolf in sheeps clothing! xoxoxox
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Yes so true xoxo
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Your writing is awesome!
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You are so kind xo
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Just honest! 🙂
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xoxoxo
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xoxoxo
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Beautifully written, Lynn. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
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You do a skillful job of describing him as fascinating to you, respectful to your father and sinister all the while. Good work, Lynn
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Thanks so much x
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Young love, the innocence of it can leave you breathless. I love your style of writing. Take me to the moment, I can almost like him at this moment of time. Lovely Lynn, well written. XXkat
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Thanks so much dear Kat xoxo
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The calm before the storm
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YES!
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