As TWINKLE TWINKLE Part 9 was posted a while back, I've decided to reprint it, here, because we're getting closer to the station where Part 10 has been awaiting our arrival, and when this story was originally written, both parts comprised one train of thought...
As Jennie and Jack walk through the foyer at the bottom of the stairwell, Jack glances into their mail box. “It’s probably all bills,” he quips. “They can wait till tomorrow. I don’t want anything to dampen my mood for the surprise I've planned for you, tonight.” Then, sharing a smile with his best girl, Jack opens the front door and follows his sweetheart outside.
Though the weather is damp and cloudy, it’s a glorious moment for a young man to pause on the cement stoop and inhale his joyful anticipation of celebrating with his favorite girl. Since Jennie shies from showing public affection, while Jack exposes a kaleidoscope of emotions, he’s likely to grab her round the waist, pull her close and laugh aloud at her attempts to charm him into revealing the surprise that he’s planned for their evening.
Ah yes! The air is crisp. Love fills the air. And the sun shines so brightly within my parents’ hearts that clouds seemingly disappear. All in all, LIFE is beautiful when the pair jump into their car.
While turning onto a major thoroughfare, Jack turns to Jennie and says, “Honey, someday soon, I’m going to teach you to drive.” Jennie answers with a sweet smile—which Jack accepts as acquiescence.
Mortals aren’t equipped with x-ray vision. So Jack misses Jennie’s quiet resistance to his declaration to teach her to drive.
Though most instincts are innate, others are acquired. As experience has taught Jennie that her impassioned Jack is not a patient teacher, she senses the probability of challenge arising.
When instinct alerts Jennie to possible conflict, she's learned to protect herself by way of woman’s wiles. And in this case, Jennie’s instinct NOT to be taught to drive by Jack is right on the mark. (I can state that as a fact, because when I got behind the wheel in an empty parking lot—guess who taught me?)
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