Friday, February 10, 2017

Planted Seedling: Day 9

Word Count: 54,017

Summary of Events:
Lark and her grandparents worked on pulling, trimming, cleaning, and sorting carrots in preparation for pickling and freezing before having a lengthy discussion about Brandt over lunch. Brandt found that his stepmom had provided the lunch, so he gave his aunt a crash-course in combine driving so he could take her SUV and go have lunch with Lark. Lark — as a result of comments made when Brandt came for lunch — brought Brandt lunch and got thinking about Brandt kissing her . . .

Excerpt of the Day:
"Unless it was just the kisses themselves, in the sense of the whole fact that he was even kissing her was what she didn't like.
But yet she liked it when people — especially her grandpa and her dad — hugged her, including Brandt.
Hugging, though, was something everyone did, it was something that was done between friends, and sometimes even strangers, for congratulations, a showing of solidarity, comfort, or even love.
Kissing, on the other hand, was much deeper, and it was a much more romantic thing that happened. Lark shifted her jaw.
She had felt odd at the lake when Brandt had called her his girlfriend — as well as his conscience — and she didn't actually like the idea of thinking of herself as his girlfriend, they were just friends.
But were they? Well, technically, no. She had no other guy friends in her life that Brandt was just one of a number of, and he'd pretty much given up on all the other girls he knew and had associated with — to say the least — previously.
She had other female friends, and he had other male friends, but they were the only friends that they each had of the opposite gender. Therefore, in the due process of logic, they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Lark gathered her lips as she thought about it. She didn't know that she liked that idea, and yet, for at least two years that was exactly what she'd been wanting. She wanted to be married, she wanted to have a husband, she wanted to have a man she loved.
Now she had a man who had to love her, being as he was kissing her. With kissing being an affectionate activity, and Brandt doing it daily — now that she was bringing him lunch — that had to mean he was in love with her.
But, even though she had that man, she almost didn't want him. Lark felt terribly confused. This was what she'd wanted, but now she didn't want it. Why? It wasn't like Brandt wasn't ideal: he was a gentleman, he was respectful, he was friendly, he was likeable, and he was willing to make changes on his end to improve.
No, he wasn't a Christian, but her grandparents were more than convinced that it wouldn't take more than five years for that to change. They even seemed — without saying it outright — to be suggesting that he might well be a Christian within the year, or, if not that, a year of them meeting.
With that being the case, it didn't really matter, then, that he wasn't now, as he was open and willing to change and head in that sort of direction and possibly be one sooner versus later.
So then what was her sticking point? Why didn't she like it?"

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