What May Come Part 4

After a minute, Jenny could see the light bulb flip on directly over his wavy brown haired head.

"Do you have any popcorn?" "I do."
"Do you, by any chance have Twister?" 
"Ha ha." Jenny's laughter floated into the air like a beautiful melody.  "I do, but how are we going to play with only two of us?"

"Jenny, are you telling me you have never played Twister with just two people?"  "Uh, yeah."  "It is so much better than when you have someone to spin."  "Why is that exactly?"  

"Because when you play with two, one person chooses the color and the second player chooses foot, hand, right, left. It turns it into a game of strategy instead of a random spin. So, my brown eyed girl, are you game?"

Jenny got a gleam in her own eye as she saw the playful glint in his. She knew that look, since she had seen it a thousand times before in her brother's eyes. Thad confirmed her thoughts as he rubbed his hands together saying, "What do you say, shall we play?"  "Yep", Thad had a definite competitive streak running through his veins, no doubt! 

 Jenny said, "I'll tell you what. I will make the popcorn and you can set up the game."   "Which, I will find where?"   " It's on the top shelf of the closet." Thad headed directly for the closet by the front door.  "No, not that one, the closet in my room."  "Oh, alright." Making a U-turn, Thad went to her bedroom feeling a bit intrusive, but only for a second.  As he moved toward the closet, he saw the same attention to detail as was evident in the rest of the apartment. The floors were consistent throughout. Jenny's room was cheerful, there was no other word that would do. Her bed, to his surprise, was king sized. Pastel yellows and lavenders mixed to perfection.  He found himself noticing little things. like the jewelry box on her dresser. It looked hand carved and he would bet it had sentimental value. The books on her side table, were the complete collection of Jane Austen's works; and under that was another collection of stories, "Winnie the Pooh."  Open on her bed, was her Bible. He glanced to see what she had underlined with the pen lying across it. It was Philippians 4:13.  Fascinating!

The far wall was covered in picture frames that looked like they were hung in a gallery, complete with special lighting that showcased each photograph. Thad thought, "Mom and Dad would love this." He saw generations of family photos. One particular photo got his attention; it was unmistakably little Jenny and little Rachel. A wall of history, of memories, and connection. Thad noticed something baffling; one frame was empty. He found himself saying out loud, "I like her so much....always full of surprises."

Thad could smell the popcorn and realized he was taking too long. To the closet he strode, locating the game in seconds and returning to the living room. He did make a mental note that Jenny's closet was perfect, nothing out of place. Maybe some of her organizational habits would rub off on him...maybe.

As Thad unfolded the sheet of dots, Jenny turned. "Oh, hey, what took you so long? Trouble finding it?" "No, it was right where you said, it's just that I got distracted looking at the pictures of your family...generations of them."   "Oh, yeah, that is them, well some of them. There are definitely more people in my family than would fit on the wall."  " I saw the little you and I even saw Rachel."

Jenny came into the living room carrying a tray. In the center was an enormous bowl of popcorn; on one end was a bowl of peanut M&M's and on the other were two glasses full of ice, accompanied by two cans of Cherry Coke. Thad took the tray, giving her a smile that melted her heart. She sighed a bit and he said , "What?"  Jenny answered, "I didn't say anything."  "Oh, I could have sworn...."   "Nope, not me....must have been the wind."  "Hmm, must have been."

"Thad, do you have any brothers or sisters?"  He had an idea and it showed on his face.  "I propose we make this game extra interesting."  "Uh-oh, how?"   "Relax, I was just thinking of all the different things I want to know about you and you me, so let's agree to answer any five questions the other person asks. Winner asks, loser answers and we have to agree to answer fully and honestly; no hedging." 

 She studied Thad's face, his expression, his features, and especially the light that shone from his eyes. "You're on, Mr. 007."

"If you want to, you can call me James."  "Why?"  "The answer to that question will only be answered if you beat me at this. Okay, my brown eyed girl, are you ready to play?" "I am!"

 Thad walked to the other end of the mat and took his position, placing his feet on the yellow and blue dots. Jenny did the same, then standing up tall, she said, "Wait a minute, who is feet and hands and who is colors?"  "Do you have a quarter? We can flip for it."  Jenny hopped off the mat and went to the mantle, grabbed a quarter out of the bowl filled with coin and handing it to him, she said, "I choose heads and colors."  With a smooth flick of his wrist, the coin flew upward; Thad caught it and slapped it over his hand, revealing that it was indeed, heads. He deftly slid the quarter between his fingers, presenting it back to its rightful owner.

"Madam, you are the winner; you will call the colors."  

With this, he slipped his arm around her waist gently, yet confidently, pulling her into his arms. With tenderness,
he kissed her. Raising his head, Thad continued to hold 
her close. He looked into her eyes asking, almost in a whisper, "How is it, that I feel as though we have known each other always?"

Jenny gazed upward, smiling a knowing smile. "Let's play shall we?" "Okay."  He released her and went back to the end of the mat, planting his feet on the yellow and blue dots. Jenny thought his stance looked like that of a Sumo wrestler, but thought better of voicing it.

Thad gestured ladies first with a sweep of his arm and said, "Right foot, little lady."  "Okay, green," Jenny added. With that, she placed her foot on the green dot. She returned the gesture, "Men second." He responded immediately with, "Right hand." She added, "Red." Thad bent to touch the red dot. Quickly he assigned Jenny's left hand; she added "Blue." She bent to reach. They faced each other and couldn't help but laugh. "Hurry, Thad!"  "Okay, um, right foot."    Jenny said, "Yellow" as she simply slid her right foot over. Thad again...."Right foot."    "Red."  Jenny answered.

With a cross maneuver, Thad's toes touched red.  Looking over Jenny's position, he said, "Left foot." She said, "Green." Oh, oops Thad waited, bent and twisted and hoped this one would do it. 

Jenny crossed her leg over to reach..reaching....reaching 
touching and losing her balance, she was on her back.

Thad voluntarily collapsed, exclaiming, "Oh, thank God!" They both laughed uncontrollably; partly from relief, but mostly from pure pleasure. "Wow." Thad said through his laughter. They caught their breath slowly. 

When he recovered, he turned over on his stomach and looked at Jenny. "I'm thirsty," he announced. "How about you?" Jenny turned on to her side, propping herself up on one elbow, "Yeah, sounds good."  Thad reached over to the tray at their side, popping a can open with one hand. As he poured, the ice crackled and the bubbles fizzed. Not looking in her direction, Thad said, "Jenny, if I remember correctly, we decided on an addition to this afternoon's game. "Oh, yeah, we did, at that. Fair enough, I lost this round, so ask your question."  Thad paused, as if he had to think of one. "I would like an answer to my question from earlier. You gave me no answer, just a smile." As Jenny's thoughts drifted back to the kiss, she found herself needing to ask, "What exactly did you ask me?"  

He handed her her glass. He took a long drink from his, then looked her straight in the eye, as he had done earlier, and  with equal tenderness in his voice, I asked, "How is it that I feel we have known each other always?" Jenny smiled again....that knowing smile, then she took a deep breath. Thad realized that was a sign that she was about to say something that meant a great deal to her. "I believe it's rare for people to find the quiet comfort, the familiarity, that sense of home you can find in another. If I may be so bold, your true self and my true self come together with ease. I think we are home for each other."  Thad listened to every word and when she was done, he stayed quiet, taking her in a few moments longer. Then with simplicity, he said,  "That works for me, quite nicely." 

Now, as if flipping a light switch, Thad changed the subject. "Popcorn?" Jenny thought to herself  that men have aspects, uncomplicated aspects, to their make up that she deeply appreciated. He just received what she had to say; it satisfied him and he didn't need to talk it to death. She smiled and said, "Yes, I'd love some."  "Are you ready to go again?" Thad asked. His voice dripping with enthusiasm.  "I'm game if you are."

Jenny won the next go around. She wasted no time, nearly pouncing on Thad. "O.k. now, answer me, why can I call you James?" "Because, although my brothers have decidedly Italian names, I was named after my grandfather Thaddeus and my uncle James, allow me to introduce myself, Thaddeus James Hollingsworth."  

Jenny rolled on her back laughing. "Oh, my goodness, you are actually James?" laughing harder now, "No joke, that is positively hilarious." 

On the next try, it was all Thad. "That empty picture frame on your wall?" Instantly, Jenny blushed right down to her toes. She could not manage eye contact with Thad. "Oh, that...it's nothing, really." "Play by the rules, girl. Honestly...holding nothing back."  Jenny mumbled, but he heard her. "It's for my husband; just holding his spot." Thad laughed louder than he meant to...."Well, well...... interesting."  Changing the subject, Jenny piped up, " Let's go again, I feel motivated to beat you!!"  "At the game?"  "Yes, at the game!" Again under her breath, "Among other things!"  Thad, even with effort, could not wipe the smile off his face.

Back and forth the game went until they both had had enough. Finding the comfort of the couch, they each grabbed a blanket and cozied up sharing, laughing, listening, and learning. Midnight was the hour they decided to call it a night. Feeling emotionally drained from the days events, they parted sweetly with full hearts to find some much needed sleep.

As Thad lay back in bed, his head sunk comfortably into the pillow. Lying there, surrounded in darkness, he said, right out loud, "This has been the best day of my life."

Jenny brushed her teeth, looking at herself in the mirror and thinking, "Life will be forever different." She rinsed her mouth, dried her face, and found a giggle bubbling up as she slipped under her covers and drifted off to sleep, dreaming sweeter than ever before.  

What May Come Part 3

Thad laughed, his eyes danced full of enjoyment. "Oh, yes, you see, all that time ago, when I first got my box at the post office; the very first time I went to pick up my mail......you were walking out with your mail in hand. I turned back to look at you and bumped into a woman carrying a box of wedding invitations. She dropped the box and as I knelt to help pick them up, I thought to myself, "I will never see my brown eyed girl again."  Jenny spoke with an ethereal dreaminess in her tone, "You noticed the color of my eyes in the split second I passed by you?" Thad raised an eyebrow, and leaned forward for effect, "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life; impossible to miss."  "Ha." she laughed. "Says you."  "Yes." with no laughter in his voice, "Says me." He held her gaze for a few seconds.  "As it turned out, that was not the case. Who knew we were to be P.O. box neighbors? I wanted to immediately introduce myself, but Nicole and I were still together, even though it was long distance. To be honest.....I didn't want to start something I wasn't free to finish."  Jenny raised her eyebrows at this.  Thad quietly explained. "It was my distinct instinct that I would want to get to know you much better and I couldn't, so I didn't."

"Beautiful day." Jenny said.

"What?" Thad asked, as he glanced toward the window.

"That is what you always say to me...Beautiful day!"

Thad asked almost shyly, "Why didn't you say anything to me? Tell me who you were or that you knew who I was?"

She tilted her head as she twirled her hair around her finger. It was half child like, half alluring, and completely disarming. It was obvious to Thad that she was oblivious to her own charms. He forced himself to focus. 
                                                  
                           "Fair question."    "Good question."  

 "At first I was stunned, then I didn't know how to even begin. After a time, I began to feel like a stalker and awkward. I asked Rachel if she knew why you were in a completely different state than the one I had left you in. She explained about your opportunity to attend that art school you have now graduated from."

Thad was truly astonished..."You're like the CIA."

Jenny smirked at him, "Funny!"

He offered further explanation, unbidden."This is my hometown, my family is here, so when the opportunity presented itself, I grabbed it. My parents own a gallery here in town,"La Vista Mozzafiato." "Your family owns that gallery?" "I love that gallery!"  "Yes, my mother and father met in Italy. My dad was an art history major in college and spent a couple semesters in Italy studying. One weekend, he found himself wandering the countryside. It was early in the morning. He was strolling through this little village and there she was".......

"My father tells this story so much  better. That was the first time he saw my mom. He says she was a breathtaking sight; that is why the gallery is  'La Vista Mozzafiato' which means 'breathtaking sight' in Italian. Her father, my grandfather, was a painter, a true artist."  "It's in your blood then."  Thad raised one eyebrow, tilted his head, and gave her a little grin. Sensing he would feel more comfortable if she dropped it, she picked up her story.

 "Anyway, we had settled into 'hello' in passing. About the time I decided to finally tell you we knew some of the same people, as it happened, it was the moment when Nicole..well....uhhh...I found out that...."  Thad finished the sentence supplying her with the words that escaped her. "About that time, Nicole dumped me." "Yes, that....so it seemed like the best course of action was to say nothing at all."  "Until today, that is." Thad offered.  Jenny nodded her head, sighed a little sigh and giggled a bit....."Until today."

Jenny wasn't sure how to tell him there was more, so she decided to switch gears completely while she found the courage. Standing to her feet in a way that invited Thad to follow suit, she declared, "I am hungry and I know you must be too. The soup is ready; why don't we eat and warm ourselves on the inside?" Thad motioned for her to lead the way and took in a deep, satisfying breath. "I am hungry, but if I wasn't and I smelled that, I would eat anyway; it smells marvelous!"

"I hope it lives up to your expectations." Jenny set the table while Thad went to the stove, lifting the lid. The steam floated up, carrying the aroma of the chicken noodle goodness with it. Thad went to retrieve the bowls from the table while Jenny went to the fridge. As Thad confidently and naturally filled the bowls with generous portions of soup, Jenny asked, "What would you like to drink?" Without a second thought. "Milk, if you have enough."     "Good, me too. And there is plenty unless we are stuck here too long."

Thad laughed as he set the bowls in place on the table. Jenny was directly behind him with the milk glasses. She asked, "What's funny?"  Lifting the warm bread from the oven, she shut the oven door with her foot. Turning, she looked at Thad, waiting for an answer.  He said, "It's nothing, it's just that I don't feel stuck. To be honest, I had kinda forgotten about the storm."

Thad sat to the table and he immediately began....not eating....but giving thanks. "Thank you Lord, that you have kept us safe, warm, and cared for during this terrible storm. I want to give special thanks for providing this wonderful meal before us and above all, bless the hands that have prepared it and for allowing me to enjoy her extraordinary company."

Jenny stared across the table at her companion, wondering. Thad said, "Hey, aren't you going to eat? I know the chef personally; she is magic with a cup of cocoa so, imagine what she can create with so much more to work with!"  Jenny picked up her spoon and ate silently.

After a time,Thad said, "This seems a little out of balance." She looked down at the soup trying to think of what she could have missed. Then Thad drew her attention upward. "No, not the soup, it's terrific.You and me."  Her heart began to pound wildly.   "Listen, my brown eyed girl, you know a great deal about me, and I know precious little about you."

Jenny relaxed, "Oh, hee, hee." she laughed meekly, "What is it you wanted to know?"

"Uh, let's see, if you would consider it, I would like to know your name."  Seconds passed..."My family and my friends....they call me Jenny."   Thad flashed a devastating smile and offered his hand across the table." I am incredibly honored to meet you, my friend Jenny." She slipped her hand into his outstretched one. "The honor is mine, Thad."  He didn't let loose immediately. As he finally released her hand, he launched into a series of burning questions. "Now let's see, Are you married? Do you have any kids or any tattoos, or anything uh......?  I would just like to know who you are behind that beautiful face."

" I am not married and no kids, not yet. Tattoos, I guess that is a question you might answer for yourself someday." At this, Thad choked on his last bite. As he took a good drink and recovered his composure, Jenny carried on. 

"I have lived here, well not here, but this town, all my life. I have  two older brothers. My parents were high school sweethearts and they are embarrassingly in love, highly affectionate, completely fun, and tremendously hard working. My dad has always said that we all have purpose, but the serious business of fulfilling that purpose doesn't mean you can't enjoy the journey.

 He is a building contractor and my mom is an interior designer. She always jokes that they were designed for one another.They formed a business years ago and they are extremely successful, but what makes them glow with joy are their pet projects.They search out the neediest people and re-do their homes at no cost. My dad says that if you can restore hope to people, help them believe in the possibilities, it's the best gift you can give."

"My brothers work for them.Thomas is a building contractor, just like my dad, and he is amazing at what he does. When he gets the chance, you will find him climbing a mountain or fishing. He says it keeps his body strong and his mind focused. Both activities involve patience and problem solving which make him better at his job. He also says that, even though, God can hear him from wherever he may be, having conversations with God in the open quiet places helps him hear God more clearly. Scott, my oldest brother, is an architect; his eye for detail never fails to astonish me. He can marry the necessity of sound structure with an aesthetic that is often jaw dropping and beautifully functional. The end result is not only meeting his clients' expectations, but exceeding them each time. My dad takes the vision and turns it into a reality, then my mom puts on the polish and sparkle.

Scott is creative in many ways; in addition to his day job, he plays with a jazz band a couple weekends a month. He was married last year. With pride, she announced, "Last week they found out that they are going to be parents. I'm going to be an aunt! I can hardly wait. I love my family."

"Yes, I hear that in your voice and it also shows on your face. Let me guess, you are an interior designer like your mom. This place makes me feel like I've walked into a magazine."  "No, guess again. Actually, Rachel followed in mom's footsteps. She works for my parents."  "Is that right?" "Yeah, and as for the apartment, thank you for the compliment. I guess mom has rubbed off on me.Any other questions?"

"Yes, Jenny, you still haven't told me about you. Tell me this, what had your attention this morning? The way you read that letter, it appeared quite important.  And if you didn't join the family business, what is it exactly that you do?

Jenny took the last spoonful of her soup. Slowly, she wiped her mouth with her napkin. Thad sat and took in the delicate way she did even the smallest tasks. "Thad, do you want more soup?"  "I think you have filled me to the brim, but I reserve the right to re-visit the soup at a later time."

"Understood, sir, all rights reserved." Jenny collected the bowls and took them to the sink. As she quietly stood rinsing the dishes, Thad cleared the table. As Jenny rinsed, Thad filled the dishwasher. In silence, they worked and in short order, the kitchen was clean. Jenny looked at him with insecurity, almost fearfully. She exited the kitchen and curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. Thad noticed a tissue box and tucked it under his arm as he joined her, saying nothing. He simply sat next to her and waited.

A tear ran down Jenny's cheek."Please tell me what is troubling you? I have seen a shadow in your expression all day. I want to help if I can."

By now, she had red eyes, wet cheeks and couldn't quite pull it together to speak. Without anything to go on, not even the smallest clue, Thad felt helpless. Slowly moving closer, he put his arm around her. She immediately laid her head on his shoulder and cried a little harder and a little louder.

He handed her a few tissues. He waited patiently as this went on another five minutes. At last, lifting her head, she spoke through sniffles.

                         "I'm a writer and a liar."

This did nothing to alleviate the confusion Thad was feeling.
"A lie of omission, actually. Let's face it, you're definitely gonna.....gonna.....probably not be happy with me."  As she laid down on the couch, pulling the blanket over her head, wishing she could disappear, Thad heard "Oooh, boy!"

He sat there thinking that, without exception, women were the most fascinating and confusing of all of God's creations. And then a light bulb went on. It was just a possibility, but maybe.......

He looked over at the quivering lump under the blanket, gave her a pat on the back, leapt off the couch and ran into the bedroom. Grabbing his coat, he dug in the pocket, pulling out both phone and letter. In a split second decision to face the truth, he tore open the letter and read the words that would reveal his results. As he let their meaning sink into his heart, his own eyes filled with tears and as he re-read, making certain he was not mistaken, tear drops splashed on the page. He took a deep breath to gain some composure. As for the other matter, Thad engaged his phone praying for signal......."YES!" Quickly he scanned through his e-mails, finding the number in the initial communication. He dialed on a hunch.

Still hiding under her blanket, Jenny's phone rang...she jumped....then hurried to answer it."Miss Carmichael, Miss Jennifer Carmichael?" "Yes, speaking. What can I do for you?" "You can turn around and explain why you are crying."

Jenny whipped around to see him walking out of the bedroom with the phone at his ear, the open letter in his hand, eyes glowing with compassion, relief, and a hint of laughter. They both hung up their phones. Thad crossed the space between them in two seconds flat. She hung her head, he lifted her chin with his finger. Finally, it all spilled out.

"It just feels like I am actually stalking you, but I promise I'm not. When I first saw your drawings, they touched me. The more I ended up finding out about you, the more I liked you as a person. Then you ended up at the post office, my post office....your box next to mine. I mean, seriously, what are the odds? When your name showed up; when I found out you were going to illustrate my book, I couldn't quite believe it. I knew it was you. How many Thaddeus Hollingsworths are there in this world; artists to boot?"  "I have known three, myself included."  "All relatives, I assume."  "Of course." Thad responded with utter calm. He could see Jenny was feeling a bit excited, while all he could think about was how cute she was and how wonderful.

Jenny carried on...."See....so.....anyway, that's when I sent you that first e-mail."    Thad smiled, "You little rule breaker."

 "It's not like writers and illustrators can't work together. It's not like it never happens. I think when they can, it makes the end product so much better. Don't you? Don't you think it has been going well so far?"  "Thad, don't you?"  He stood before her expressionless; Jenny couldn't read what he was feeling or thinking. He finally answered, "I do, it has been wonderful. It's that I am adjusting to the fact that this clever, witty, delightful writer I have been working with, is my brown eyed girl. You and her are.....well, YOU!"   Thad winked, giving her some much needed reassurance.

"I am curious about something, what....what was it in that letter this morning? It garnered your complete focus."  With a sheepish grin, Jenny began to explain, "My parents went to Europe for a couple months. They take these trips to different parts of the country and different parts of the world collecting special  pieces for mom to use in the interior design aspect of the business. My dad is always learning different building techniques, enjoying the varied architecture. But the truth is, they have never stopped honeymooning. They love their alone times. I was struggling with a decision I needed to make, so I wrote my Mom, asking for her advice."  "May I ask why you didn't just call her? Or text ?"

"Technology may be swift, immediate even, but a letter allows for the response to be more thought out. Besides, a letter is more private."  "Oh." Thad responded slowly, then backed it up with, "You do work for the CIA!"    
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 "Anyway, the letter I was reading this morning was her answer."  "Was her answer helpful?"  "It was helpful and encouraging and it made me feel more confident. Jenny paused, reaching out her hand as she took Thad by his. "When I looked up to see you in the floor, white as a sheet, all other thoughts left; it was only concern for you that remained."  Jenny began to mentally assess Thad; his present color and over all appearance. She asked tenderly, "Are you feeling all right now? I mean, can you think of any reason you might have been feeling light headed this morning?"

"I can, the last couple weeks, I haven't slept or eaten all that well. Pure nerves. I have been waiting on some test results."  "What kind of test results?"  "The kind that determine if I have Leukemia or not."  It was now Jenny's turn to become pale. Thad took hold of Jenny's shoulders as she swayed a bit. With an unwavering look, he announced........."They were wrong!"  He held up the letter in his hand." This letter confirmed it. All is well.Turn that frown upside down, my brown eyed girl."

Relief began to overtake the apprehension previously flooding her being. Jenny turned her damp eyes upward. "Thad, my question to my mom was about you. Whether or not I should tell you that,well, I'm, I'm...."  "What are you?" Thad queried. "That I am what you said before; the writer you have been working with and I happen to be the girl at the post office and the connection with Rachel. All that. The unexpected events of the day, complete with all its twists and turns, have brought the truth to light."

"Nevertheless, for the record, my mom thought I should reveal myself without delay. And I truly intended to but, well then....you know." Jenny took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Thad, I am so glad you received good news in your letter. So glad, so glad......particularly pleased.....happy!"

"I must be completely honest." "Oh, a real change of pace for you." Thad quipped. Jenny smiled at him through nearly quivering lips and wet eyes. Jenny began again, "When I heard that Nicole and you were no longer together, my reaction was about as mixed as you could possibly imagine."

"Instantly, I felt sad because I knew the situation would cause you pain. Then I thought, 'He's available, yippee!' All this time I have felt inexplicably drawn to you, this man I have not known."

Thad spoke with a deep voice, giving away the emotion he was experiencing. "You have not been alone in this, my brown eyed girl. I have wanted to say something to you for a long time, much more than, 'Beautiful day'...I kept talking myself out of it. I have to tell you that your story has touched me as much as my drawings have touched you." And now Thad lifted her small chin once again with his finger. Gently, he wrapped his hands around her face plunging his fingers into her blonde curls, dipping his head, he looked at her, whispering, "Jenny," his eyes smoldering with passion, his lips brushed against hers lightly, unrushed. Responding to his nearness, she reached her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Thad deepened the kiss. It was fireworks and forest fire combined. The blizzard raged outside and they gave it no thought. Thad kissed Jenny's nose, her forehead, and finally her hand. He lead her to the couch, they sat, hearts pounding and speechless.

"Ooo.K."  Thad said, a bit drawn out. "I wasn't planning that kiss, but I'm good with it. Are you good with it?"  "Why yes, I believe I am. Does this mean you aren't mad at me?" "Jenny, I have never been less mad at anybody in my life." Thad slipped his arm around Jenny's shoulder, she scooted herself over until she was able to nestle, cozy and comfortable, under its protective weight.

"This has been building slowly for a long time, at least it has for me. Today, it seems, is a day for truth to bubble to the surface. I have never felt like this about anyone, not even close. Jenny, I think it's possible, just possible, that we were made for each other. I was wondering how you would feel about exploring that possibility?

"I would like that more than you could imagine." Jenny kissed Thad's cheek, bringing a playfulness out in his eyes."Now Mr. 007, what is next?" Thad gave the options under the circumstance some serious consideration........



                                                                                                                



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What May Come Part 2

More than anxious to get to her apartment, Jenny said, "It's this way, follow me."  Without delay, she bounded up the stairs with Thad on her heels. One flight, then two, they ran to the top of the third and Thad said nothing, but wondered how far up they were going. As they reached the top of the sixth floor, Jenny turned to Thad, slightly out of breath, with a look of apology on her face. Thad said nothing, just smiled, as they continued up to the seventh floor. To Thad's relief, Jenny went to the door that led to the hall. They had arrived! Thad followed like an obedient puppy. Down the hall they continued to the last door. At the speed of light, Jenny opened the door and they were inside, warm....sort of, safe, and completely alone. The sound of them trying to catch their breath was the only sound in the room. Thad inquired, between breaths, "You have no elevator in this building?"

 Looking at him side ways, Jenny answered, "Of course we do. It's just that we escaped the post office.....only to be trapped in an elevator? I don't think so."  "Good point," Thad relented.

Sounding very much like a little girl, Jenny said....."My, ummm brother, Thomas, is big, like you." She gestured with her hands, reaching as high as she could. Thad was searching for a response to this interesting comment when Jenny expanded her thought. "Thomas has some clothes here and I think they should fit you."

"That room there." Jenny pointed awkwardly toward a half open bedroom door, "it has its own bathroom, so you will find towels and everything you should need." They both stood silently, shivering and sweating. Then Thad said, "Umm, o.k. I'll just....pointing to the door....do that.....o.k., yeah."

Shutting the door behind him, Thad leaned his head against it. Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself. Softly, Thad said, "This is wild!"

For the first time, Thad looked around and took in his surroundings. The bedroom he stood in was large. The bed was queen size, covered in bedding that looked high quality.  Browns, tans and aquas made up the color palette. Decorative pillows were plentiful on the bed. It made it most inviting. A large dresser stood opposite the bed and the dark wood complimented the tone of the hardwood floors. The generous area rug that lay underneath the bed assured warm and cushioned comfort. Detail, style, and personal touches were every where his eye looked.

 Still shivering, Thad opened the closet to see what options he had. A half dozen long sleeve button down shirts and twice as many T-shirts hung before him. A couple pair of jeans and one well loved pair of sweats completed his options. Choosing a pale blue T-shirt and a button down in a darker shade of blue, Thad grabbed a pair of jeans and moved to the dresser to try his luck  Aah...socks and to his great fortune, Jenny's brother was apparently a boxer guy.

The color scheme carried into the bathroom. Dark tiled floors that looked like wood, aquas and tans in the towels and accessories. Thad softly whispered, "details".  He stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feel of the warm water falling on his chilled skin. The extra high shower head was a treat. He was accustomed to ducking down to rinse his hair since at 6'4", he usually had no other choice. As the water cascaded down his body, thoughts flooded his mind. This girl.....this woman was like no girl he had ever known. He had the distinct impression that her depth of beauty escaped her completely. She was smart, obviously generous of spirit, and, and........captivating.

Jenny showered and changed in record time, not wanting Thad to come out before her. She put milk on to heat for cocoa. A large pot sat at the back of the stove with her signature chicken noodle soup slowly coming to a bubbling boil. No canned soup for this girl.

Cozy and warm, curled up on the couch, watching as the fire crackled in the fireplace, Jenny wondered how spontaneous her decision  to bring Thad home was or maybe wasn't. The blizzard was not of her making nor did she arrange to be alone in the post office with him and, of course, she couldn't just leave him stranded. On the other hand, how long had she hoped he would break the ice and say something to her and give her more acknowledgement than a passing nod?

As she thought about it, she chastised herself for not making the introduction sooner.....much sooner! But, how do you say it, without sounding ridiculous?

                            "Lovely weather we're having."

"Do you get as much junk mail as I do? Maybe being Mr. '007', you don't get junk mail. Ha Ha!! Oh, gosh!"

"How ya doin' ?  By the way, you remember Nicole that girl who left you flat with almost zero explanation? Yeah, my cousin, Rachel was her room mate. Nice to make your acquaintance. I think you are wonderful."

"You do?"  The sound of Thad's voice made Jenny jump. There he was standing in front of her smiling, big eyes all a twinkle. Jenny stammered,  "I, I, um".......the milk chose that moment to boil over on the stove. "Oh, No!"  Jenny ran to the kitchen to clean up the mess, ever so grateful for the interruption. She felt unnerved between getting caught voicing her honest feelings and the sight of Thad, fresh from the shower, brown hair, damp and curling at the ends and his eyes sparkling like sapphires; distractingly beautiful. If this wasn't the day for hot chocolate, there wasn't one to be found. After the mess was cleaned up, Jenny went for a clean pan to begin again. About that time, she heard Thad's voice behind her, "Can I be of any help?"

Thad sounded cool, calm, relaxed.....at ease. Appearances can be deceiving. Jenny was stirring the soup while she waited for the milk to heat. Thad found himself staring and speechless. At that moment she looked his way, her brown eyes so full of questions, sincerity, and something else?  If he would allow the thought, he might convince himself she was glad to see him. Hmmm...he liked the idea, but could it be so?

"I thought cocoa would be nice. Is that good with you?"    "Well, it depends."................

Jenny had changed into brown lounge pants and a long sleeved T-shirt, it's soft yellow hue brought out the brown of her eyes and made her golden curls that much more lovely. He was momentarily lost in his admiration.....

"Thad." Jenny asked.  "Huh? Thad answered almost dreamily. "Depends on what?" "What depends on what?"  Thad asked, confused. With admirable patience, Jenny repeated her questions. "I asked you if you were good with having a cup of hot chocolate. You said, "It depends."  "I asked, Depends on what?"

"Oh." Thad put his hands in his pockets and blushed slightly. "Well, it depends if you have any of that marshmallow stuff. I really like it with that marshmallow stuff". As he spoke, she set the jar on the counter and as a bonus, a box of graham crackers.  As quick as a flash, Thad was by Jenny's side laughing and before he could censor his thought, he heard himself  saying, "Jenny, you are my kind of woman!"  Jenny let the comment float away and said, "O.k., marshmallow coming right up." and she punctuated it with a smile.

They sat in front of the fire dunking their graham crackers into their hot chocolate. "This is so good!"  Thad said through a mouthful of graham cracker. "Yeah, it is. It really hits the spot."

Thad dove into the deep end, wanting to settle the awkward revelation from earlier. "So, I'm a stranger, but I'm not a stranger?" Jenny looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You know me because of Nicole or because of Rachel, but I don't know you. Not from that world anyway. The first time I remember seeing you was at the post office. I remember that day with perfect clarity, so am I missing something?"

"No, no, you aren't. When Rachel and Nicole were room mates, I visited often. Nicole had, as you know, a wall covered with pictures of you and her, sooo I know your face well. You guys often went away skiing."

"As I know." Thad said with a  mischievous smile.  Jenny continued, "Well, when Nicole was away, I slept in her bed."

Thad found this declaration completely unremarkable and waited; hoping there was more. He responded with "Uh-huh." just to urge her on. Jenny took a deep breath as if she was about to unburden herself from some tremendous weight.

She looked Thad straight in the eye. "One weekend, you left your sketch book behind. I looked through it. They were mesmerizing ...each drawing told a story that evoked an emotion. The beauty, playfulness, and tenderness; they grabbed my heart. Until then, I honestly hadn't  given you any thought. A random guy I had never met and that was it. But your drawings.......it was obvious that you poured yourself into them and it came off the page; it touched me. So, I started asking Rachel casual questions about you. I found myself wanting to know more about the person who could create these exquisitely crafted moments and wishing I could walk straight into them.

"Wow!!" is all Thad could offer. Then he gently took her hand and squeezed it. And all this time, I thought you were simply my brown eyed girl. Today you could not have chosen to say anything more encouraging, uplifting, and kind. "Thank you."

"You are welcome. It is a simple truth. Uhhhhh, when exactly did I become your brown eyed girl?"




  

What May Come Part 1

Rich, Deep, Sapphire Blue

Sparking with Fire

Sparkling with Kindness

Glinting with Playfulness

Dimming with Laughter

Glowing with Compassion

Dancing with laughter

Smoldering with Passion

Flashing with Anger

His eyes told the Story of his Heart

Her laugh changed according to her mood. At her happiest moments it was  music, a lyrical melody. When she felt sad or upset for any reason, it turned into something more short, reserved, tentative. They both had those windows into their hearts, but to see them, you had to look. Most of the world just brushed by without a glance.

They met on occasion; their paths would cross. A smile shared in passing, a "hello" exchanged on the run and other such pleasantries.
Didn't seem like much, and it wasn't.

Yet they were drawn to one another.  Both wishing for a genuine opportunity to break through this polite  piece of glass that stood between them. It was established, a distant acknowledgement of one another.

They had been neighbors for a while. Three years, in fact. Her P.O. box "006" was next door to his (no joke) "007". One day, through a series of unexpected events, their polite distance was exchanged for something wholly different.

The chill in the air on this morning was more than any day that winter. The temperature had been consistently dropping throughout the week and the predictions of snow were proving to be correct.  Light flurries were tossed about in the ever increasing wind.

Jenny pulled her hat down over her ears, quickly walking across the parking lot. As she entered the lobby of the post office, the warmth that met her was most welcome. "I'd better hurry and get back home before this storm traps me here." she thought to herself.

She put the key in the lock on "006", turning it and opening the door in one fluid motion, hoping it would be there and it said "yes".

Before Thad got out of the car, he reached into the back seat, moving books, empty water bottles and his sketch pad out of the way. Grabbing his heavy coat; "Sure did turn cold he muttered." As he put his heavy coat on, one arm at a time, he thought of Nicole; she never failed to comment on how the blue of the coat brought out the blue of his eyes.

Oh well, moving on.....it was a college romance and never had forever written on it. It was the truth, but the breakup still left its sting.

It's now or never and on that note, Thad ran for it, the freezing wind slapped at his face. The door rattled as it hit the frame. "Hmmm, warmer in here."

He pulled out the letters from his box, shuffling through them in earnest. There was only one thing he was interested in this morning. The suspense was robbing him of sleep and his appetite.

The lobby was empty, with the exception of one other person. It was no surprise when he looked out and saw the snow falling with increasing intensity.

Jenny was so involved in her letter, she had not noticed him or the snowfall turning into a blizzard. On the flip side, he noticed it was her...his beautiful brown eyed neighbor. Her adorable button nose was wrinkled up as she concentrated on her letter. "Must be important." Thad thought.

"Important", the word shook Thad's attentions from Jenny's button nose to his own letter. Back to his search. "Aaah", there it was at the bottom of the stack. Now, to open it. His stomach twisted in knots and suddenly he felt light headed. Sliding down to the floor, he leaned his head against the wall. Breathing slow and steady, he waited for calm to overtake his impending panic. After several minutes, he felt more like himself and opened his eyes. To his great astonishment, his brown eyed neighbor was the first thing he saw.

Jenny knelt down, touched his shoulder and asked, "Are you feeling sick?" After several seconds, Thad found his voice..."Sort of...he said, yes, I mean no, I mean, I was feeling a bit light headed, but it has passed now. I should be fine.. I guess I should get going."

Again Jenny, the voice of compassion, inquired "Did you drive here?"  "Yes, of course." Thad replied,  thinking that was a strange question. "Well, it might be a considerable length of time before you can drive anywhere." Jenny pointed outside...Thad followed her finger, only to be faced with the harsh reality that no one was going to be driving at all. The storm was hitting hard!  All that could be seen was a wall of white, causing Thad to let out a groan, expressing the utter helplessness he felt.

"I have a proposition for you, but first I need to explain something."  Wordlessly, Thad adjusted his position, turning himself toward her as if to say, "I'm listening."   Jenny dove in. "It is obvious that we have a lot in common. We are, after all, the only two people silly enough to defy the coming storm to retrieve our mail. She punctuated this with a smile, as he offered one of his own in return. Jenny pointed out the obvious truth. "You can't get home." pausing, faltering a bit, she added, "But, I can, so I am inviting you to come home with me. It seems a much better option than staying here." "Well,....yes...." but his many questions were plainly written on his face. Without preamble, Jenny began to answer the questions not voiced.

"I didn't drive here. My apartment building is next door.  All we have to do is make it across the parking lot."  She continued, giving him no room for inquiry. "It is not my habit  to invite strange men into my home, but I know you are safe, completely trustworthy, one of the good guys." Thad narrowed his eyes, questioning how she could  possibly....know this......

"My cousin, Rachel had a room mate in college.....her name was Nicole."  With this, she did pause, allowing him to take in the information. He wanted to respond to all of this, but he struggled to find the right words or any words.  After a long pause, he asked, "Wait a minute, you mean you know Nicole?  My Nicole? What are you telling me?"  "I know her, just a little." Jenny said softly.

Thad's voice got a little higher than he intended. "Rachel, Rachel Comstock is your cousin?!"  "She is." Jenny said, with her voice steady; her heart pounding.  "Rachel spoke of you often, Thad, and with great affection. She thought of you as particularly special. So, I don't feel like I'm taking any kind of risk."

"Oh, I see." was all that Thad could manage. Jenny now spoke with uncharacteristic forcefulness, "Well, if we are going, we'd better go."  She clasped both her little hands around his large one, as she pulled with all her might, lifting him straight to his feet.....shocking both of them, no end!

It was in this state of extraordinary surprise that they exited the post office. Jenny did not let go of Thad's hand as they walked across the parking lot, surrounded by the bitter cold and the twisting wind. The snow nearly blinded them, but they pushed on, knowing safety and warmth would be found only a few feet away.

They reached the green space that separated Jenny's apartment building from the post office. The trees acted as a slight wind break, offering a small measure of protection from the unrelenting force of the storm. Thad put his arm around Jenny's shoulder, pulling her near. An unconscious act; an instinctual move to keep her warm and safe. Jenny did not resist. She, in fact, leaned in closer yet and spoke in his ear, hoping to be heard. "We are going to go straight through the walk way to the stairs on our left. Thad nodded that he heard and understood. Now, arm in arm, they ran for it. The door that led to the stairs slammed behind them, blocking out the storm...........Silence.... They exchanged a look of relief. They mirrored each other with a tentative half smile.

Kitchen Table Made of Pine

                                 
                                                    Kitchen Table Made of Pine
                           The memories it holds, the years of use, they are all mine 
                                                    Grocery Lists, Spelling Lists  
                                                    Math Equations, Homework

               Household Expenses written out, the important ones in bold

   Workplace invoices

    Love Letters

          Some you regret, others never grow old

  Christmas Lists 
 Report Card Signatures,
 Term Paper Outlines,

   Garage Sale Signs, 
    Hastily Written Notes.

          Heat Marks From When we made Jam, 

       These memories I hold in my heart, 
    to everyone of them attached I am

  Water Marks from Flower Pots

     Here and There Unidentified Spots

         Marks on the legs from puppy teeth, 
Nail marks from grown dogs after the left over cheese.  
Our Kitchen Table 

     It's these imprints and more that it holds 

            The knotted pine, the soft wood 
  It tells a story

         Hardwood endures, softwood remembers

  I run my finger tips across its surface tracing yesterday, today, and 
        dreaming of tomorrow, forever connected.

Blind To Beauty

Blind to Beauty 

Let me never be

The extraordinary sights

of this world may I

always notice, and forever see.

The foaming ocean,

 bluer than blue sky,

expansive mountains

covered in trees.

The creatures of the

air, earth, and sea.

                                      May I never tire of

any of these.

A child laughing,

another lending a 

helping hand. 

Grown men, on the side of right they stand.

The endless acts of kindness

unseen, but of 

immeasurable value

to this world,

to you and to me.

Blind to beauty

let us never be! 

The Intimidation of Romance

The intimidation of romance, where does that spring from exactly? I believe it initially comes from average and completely wonderful people watching the fun house version of romance played out in movies and ads, even novels. The wall of mirrors, that distorts out of all proportion, the truth. 

There are people who get picked up by helicopter and taken to their country house for the weekend along with 25 of their dearest friends. Some people do drink champagne for breakfast out of crystal flutes. Others know how to spin a phrase with such polish, a woman could be talked out of her better judgement.  

For the greatest section of society, no matter the price tag you place on it, the idea of romance is actually pretty confusing. What does it mean to be romantic? UMMMMMMMMMM......

The answer could turn into a long discussion; it could, but no need. 
It is pretty simple. Not exactly a mystery. 

However, there is a secret.  Pay attention.  That is the secret. Romance is not found in horse drawn carriages or rooms filled with dozens of roses. 

Romance is found in the details of thoughtfulness, consideration, and the tiny, often unnoticed, preferences of the one you love, being noticed.

Romance is not about price tag. It is about highlighting the priceless elements of your relationship.

The idea of one magic formula to achieve romance misses the mark. It gets people in trouble, frustrated, and occasionally hurt. The meaning of romance has been lost in translation. Don't try to be bigger than life.  Do be thoughtful. Do be present. Do put your affections into action and be simply personal and purely honest.

         Come Slip Your Hand

             Securely into mine.

               We will walk along the water;

               Our Bare feet  Shuffling in the Sand.

                                  

           Come Share your thoughts with me.

            You will fit right here; slide down into my lap.

I will encircle you in my arms and lean my ear close to catch every word. Carefully I listen leaving no gap.

Come laugh with me as we trade the news of the day. I'll put my arm around your delicate frame and when the telling is through, we will sit together in comfortable silence and your head upon my shoulder you will lay.

And this moment, as millions of moments before, 

I will wait with excited expectation to hear you

say, "I Love YOU today and our whole life through."