mahogany red hair that
curled half way down her back. She held the American flag in her
right hand and waved with the other as she guided Hot Pants with
her knees. She was an awesome sight. (Take that, Mr. Quinn!)
Bringing up the rear of the parade were two
police escorts dressed in black on mighty fine black Harley
motorcycles. With their sunglasses and helmets pulled low, they
looked like they meant business.
By evening, Lily was decked out more
practical as she got ready to compete in the barrel racing
competition in chaps, dusty brown boots, brown Stetson with a
turquoise silver band (Could have bought another small car with
that little item.) and a deep turquoise western shirt. Hot Pants
performed to perfection with the guidance of her mom, dad, and
brother, Jonathan who whistled and shouted words of encouragement
in the background along with her Uncle and his wife, Jen. She won
hands down with a trophy to prove it. She sent an email picture to
Quinn. It made him smile as did all the pictures she sent.
Unbeknown to her, he had thumb tacked each one to the wall in his
room as he waited for that eighteenth birthday when he would make
her his.
When Lily turned seventeen, Quinn began
emailing that summer. That was a glorious summer of blooming love –
one that she held near and dear to her heart. She, in her youthful
enthusiasm, mailed him on a regular basis. He on the other hand,
not so much. With half the United States between them, it was a lot
easier for Quinn to put on the brakes. Not only did he need to keep
some space between them while he waited for her to grow up, but she
needed the transition from childhood to womanhood with all the
memories that most everyone has – going to prom with a friend of
course, going to parties with chaperons of course, learning to
drive, going to slumber parties, going to movies without parents,
learning to drink beer just a little, swimming lazily in the pool,
going to graduation parties and all the fun memories that everyone
should get a chance to make and take with them from their high
school days. He had no intention of robbing Lily of that.
Lily did get to do all those high school
things. She even found another passion – singing. She was in
several musicals in high school. She was fortunate to sing the
National Anthem at the Royals. She won trophies for barrel racing.
She was crowned rodeo queen more than once. She partied with
friends, but never dated seriously, partly because she had known
all the boys since kindergarten and partly because none of them
measured up to Quinn. Besides, she was much too busy competing in
local, regional, and national rodeos making memories and enjoying
life as a teenager.
Lily graduated from high school in May. She
had just had her eighteenth birthday and was planning on going to
college in the fall. Her mom and dad were hoping that she would
choose to go back east to an Ivy League school, but were happy when
she chose to go to a school nearby in Manhattan, Kansas where she
was offered a scholarship. She had thought about it for two years
ever since she had gotten Hot Pants. She wanted to be a
veterinarian and K-State was a top choice with its new scientific
animal laboratory. Besides, she could bring Hot Pants with her to
college. He would be boarded nearby.
Lily pledged a sorority and lived at 1819
Todd Road with some of her best friends from high school. She
studied hard and made a life without Quinn as he had intended.
During that time the twins and Lily saw each other once or twice a
year. She visited the Stanford Campus and they the K-State campus.
Brother and friend both gathered information from the twins as they
inadvertently shared what they knew to each, unwittingly letting
each know that neither had found a significant other – a relief to
both of them.
CHAPTER 8
The twins had been in college for three years
and would soon be turning twenty-one. They were planning their own
coming out party as young adults. They had been