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Authors: Jacqui Leigh Jones
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a light green blouse. She stopped in front of the mirror to examine her hair. Funny , she thought. Can’t Peter see it’s auburn, not bright red? But then she wondered, did her hair really look that ugly in the sunlight?
Peter smiled when she came back down. Renee was happy she looked much better.
The sun was shining brightly and it was near eighty degrees. When they got to the lake, Peter spread out a heavy wool blanket under a tree so they would have some shade. He helped Renee to sit down, then joined her on the blanket.
“I love coming here,” she told him. “It’s so peaceful! I love the way the mountains form a boundary around the lake, and the water looks like a mirror. Isn’t it just beautiful, Peter?”
Renee turned her head to look at him and he was staring back at her with his lips pressed tightly together.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught something gliding down onto the water. “Oh, look! A duck just landed on the water! Here come some more,” she squealed with delight. “I think they’re Mallard ducks. Aren’t they gorgeous with their green heads and that stripe around their neck?”
When Peter didn’t answer, she looked at him once again and noticed a slight frown on his face. She wondered what happened to dampen his mood. On the ride over, he seemed to be okay, talking and joking with her. She tried lightening him up a little.
“When I was younger, I used to come here all the time fishing with my dad. One time when I cast my fishing line out, it hooked onto his hat and it went flying out into the lake.” She couldn’t help chuckling at that. When she noticed Peter didn’t crack a smile, she got annoyed. “Peter, is something wrong? You’re just staring at me.”
“Nothing that I can’t fix,” he said finally. “Stay here, Renee. I’ll be right back.” Peter went to get the picnic basket out of his car. He opened it up and took out a linen napkin and a bottle of water. He saturated the napkin with water. Renee sat there wondering what on earth he was doing. He walked back to Renee and she was shocked when he sat down beside her and grabbed her by her arm to hold her steady before he started wiping the blush and lipstick off her face.
“Peter! What are you doing?” Renee was pushing his hand away to no avail.
“Your blush is hiding your pretty freckles.” He kept rubbing the napkin over her lower face until the lip gloss was rubbed off, too. Then, he let himself smile. “There, darling, now you look beautiful.” He threw the napkin on the ground and bent over to lightly kiss her lips. “I don’t like you hiding all that natural beauty,” he whispered in her ear. “Why do you even wear it? You don’t need so much makeup. Just a little on your eyes is all you need to bring out the deep blue of them. I love your eyes.”
Renee always hated her freckles and tried to keep them covered with makeup. Her annoyance vanished with Peter’s praise. She was thrilled to hear that she was beautiful, freckles and all.
Peter dug into the picnic basket and handed Renee an egg salad sandwich. He smiled at her. “Your favorite sandwich, I remembered.”
The rest of the afternoon, Peter was very attentive to Renee. He listened to every little thing Renee said about her son, even smiling when she told him funny little stories about herself. Renee loved that Peter was so interested in Michael and wanted to know more about him. Peter would never say much about himself and Renee wondered what kind of home life he’d had growing up. She asked him once and he seemed perturbed about it, so she never asked again.
When Mick got back into town, he headed straight over to Jaz’s house. He was glad to see her door was locked.
“Mick, what a nice surprise!”
Jaz’s smile faded when she looked into his hard, flinty eyes. Mick brushed past her and got right down to business. “What do you know about this guy Renee is seeing?”
Jaz shrugged her
Peter smiled when she came back down. Renee was happy she looked much better.
The sun was shining brightly and it was near eighty degrees. When they got to the lake, Peter spread out a heavy wool blanket under a tree so they would have some shade. He helped Renee to sit down, then joined her on the blanket.
“I love coming here,” she told him. “It’s so peaceful! I love the way the mountains form a boundary around the lake, and the water looks like a mirror. Isn’t it just beautiful, Peter?”
Renee turned her head to look at him and he was staring back at her with his lips pressed tightly together.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught something gliding down onto the water. “Oh, look! A duck just landed on the water! Here come some more,” she squealed with delight. “I think they’re Mallard ducks. Aren’t they gorgeous with their green heads and that stripe around their neck?”
When Peter didn’t answer, she looked at him once again and noticed a slight frown on his face. She wondered what happened to dampen his mood. On the ride over, he seemed to be okay, talking and joking with her. She tried lightening him up a little.
“When I was younger, I used to come here all the time fishing with my dad. One time when I cast my fishing line out, it hooked onto his hat and it went flying out into the lake.” She couldn’t help chuckling at that. When she noticed Peter didn’t crack a smile, she got annoyed. “Peter, is something wrong? You’re just staring at me.”
“Nothing that I can’t fix,” he said finally. “Stay here, Renee. I’ll be right back.” Peter went to get the picnic basket out of his car. He opened it up and took out a linen napkin and a bottle of water. He saturated the napkin with water. Renee sat there wondering what on earth he was doing. He walked back to Renee and she was shocked when he sat down beside her and grabbed her by her arm to hold her steady before he started wiping the blush and lipstick off her face.
“Peter! What are you doing?” Renee was pushing his hand away to no avail.
“Your blush is hiding your pretty freckles.” He kept rubbing the napkin over her lower face until the lip gloss was rubbed off, too. Then, he let himself smile. “There, darling, now you look beautiful.” He threw the napkin on the ground and bent over to lightly kiss her lips. “I don’t like you hiding all that natural beauty,” he whispered in her ear. “Why do you even wear it? You don’t need so much makeup. Just a little on your eyes is all you need to bring out the deep blue of them. I love your eyes.”
Renee always hated her freckles and tried to keep them covered with makeup. Her annoyance vanished with Peter’s praise. She was thrilled to hear that she was beautiful, freckles and all.
Peter dug into the picnic basket and handed Renee an egg salad sandwich. He smiled at her. “Your favorite sandwich, I remembered.”
The rest of the afternoon, Peter was very attentive to Renee. He listened to every little thing Renee said about her son, even smiling when she told him funny little stories about herself. Renee loved that Peter was so interested in Michael and wanted to know more about him. Peter would never say much about himself and Renee wondered what kind of home life he’d had growing up. She asked him once and he seemed perturbed about it, so she never asked again.
When Mick got back into town, he headed straight over to Jaz’s house. He was glad to see her door was locked.
“Mick, what a nice surprise!”
Jaz’s smile faded when she looked into his hard, flinty eyes. Mick brushed past her and got right down to business. “What do you know about this guy Renee is seeing?”
Jaz shrugged her
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