Excerpt From Jane's World
What’s love, really? What does it look like?
These questions pop up when every store I go into is filled with red and pink merchandise. Heart-shaped boxes of candy line the aisles. Teddy bears of all sizes wait patiently on the shelves. Super-sized Mylar heart balloons hover over the checkout lanes. But what does all that stuff have to do with love?
A couple weeks ago Dane and I were on our way to Chicago for a concert. We had just said goodbye to the pets and loaded up the car when I asked Dane if he had a polishing cloth with him. He didn’t but said he had one at home, so we made a quick stop at his house to pick it up before heading out of town.
I amused myself on the four-hour drive by polishing my earrings, then my finger rings, and lastly my nose ring. The earrings and rings were a breeze to polish, but the nose ring not so much—it was still in my nose. Polishing it seemed to make people passing by in other cars uncomfortable. They kept staring.
But Dane didn’t bat an eye. He drove on, pretending I wasn’t even in the car with him. This is how I know we’re in love.
It reminded me of an incident that occurred about a month after Dane and I started dating. We were driving along narrow Elk Run Road, heading out for the day. Without warning, Dane swerved the car off to the side of the road, nearly causing me whiplash. He flung open his door, leaped out, opened the back door, and grabbed something. I sat, stunned, rubbing my neck.
Much to my surprise he dropped his gray cargo shorts and stepped out of them, and into another pair of apparently identical shorts. The back door slammed shut, he slid back into the driver’s seat, and away we went.
( Jane shares excerpt from her weekly column called, Jane's World. To read the rest of the story subscribe to the Crawford County Independent & Kickapoo Scout or wait for her next book!)
Originally Published February 16th, 2017 in the Crawford County Independent & Kickapoo Scout