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Summer love-6

This is an ongoing series explaining how things all began. Links for the first five installments can be found here:

https://lynzrealcooking.com/2018/07/06/summer-love-5/

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Spokane Wa. 1982

His hands had brushed wet hair away from sleepy eyes and a kiss landed on my cheek and lips. He was reserved, even unassuming but somehow acted as if he belonged just where he was. I watched him walk with Dad to the pickup and found myself in a haze of emotions, unsure of what to think or feel.

Ice bags teetered on my shoulder until I delivered each one to the counter where they were scooped into a container. Orange butter was dropped into a machine followed by popcorn and seasonings. Condiments were refilled along with hot dogs and lunch meat. The morning routine never changed and soon the doors for Bingo would be opened.

Denise raised a neatly manicured eyebrow and stared through steamy glasses after filling paper bags with freshly seasoned cheese corn. An ongoing play by-play was expected and given to my middle-aged co-worker who delighted in these youthful exploits. Her full attention was focused on the morning’s events and the idea that the man from just a week before was now staying at my family’s home.

Each hour was marked by the large clock that hung opposite our counter and the continuous round of games that cycled on the hour;  diagonal, X, Letter T and postage stamp until they announced the blackout. “BINGO” and finally it was done, we packed up supplies, washed counters and Denise motioned for me to leave. Her smile melted into a quizzical and almost cautionary look as I waved and made my way out the back.

 

 

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  1. I have goose-bumps. Denise clearly had a notion of what might follow. But I doubt she understood the full implications of the warnings going off in her head. Because I don’t think anyone would possibly have believed that this man harboured the monster that lurked within. Xoxo

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    August 10, 2018
  2. Some people just know don’t they but we never listen do we? 💜

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    August 10, 2018
  3. I know I’ve told you before, but this really is some great writing by you.

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    August 10, 2018
  4. It sounds so innocent yet foreboding.
    Leslie ❤

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    August 10, 2018
  5. I love your style of writing, I 1

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    August 10, 2018
  6. I love the way you write, I was there watching the clock with you…great story, how could you know what this was going to turn into, young love is so blind….xxx keep writingxx

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    August 10, 2018
  7. The tension is evident in your words, even without knowing how it would turn out. (K)

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    August 10, 2018
  8. Beautiful writing, Lynn. Wow, if you only knew what you know now.

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    August 11, 2018
  9. You set the stage masterfully with the doubt and suspicion of Denise. Your writing is powerful. I’m sorry you had to experience this with him, Lynn.

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    August 11, 2018
  10. A most subtle alarm

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    August 11, 2018
  11. very nice article… love it

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    August 11, 2018
  12. Lynn, another powerful writing.

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    August 11, 2018
  13. The suspense continues . . .

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    August 16, 2018

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