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Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... means leaving your family, Cinda, but the school is fantastic and the AP program is even better. I have the next week off because there was a gas explosion in the boiler room last night. The news said the entire school has to be cleaned because of smoke damage.” I looked around the table; everyone was silent so I continued. “That means you and I should marry quickly, Cinda, but that’s what I wanted all along. I’m sure Momma will be happy knowing that you’re not living in sin.” “Yeah, right,” Momma replied, a smile on her face. “I’m sure you two are regular saints when you’re alone. Seriously, I agree. Cinda deserves a better education than she can get here. I’m just glad that Monroe has graduated. The state seems determined to destroy the public schools.” “Momma…do you think married couples should have secrets from each other?” Uh oh, I knew where this was going. Cinda had been after me for ages wanting to know my IQ. “Of course not, Cinda—why do you ask?” “Well, I know that Ty is a real genius, but he won’t tell me what his IQ is.” “That’s because there’s nothing special about having a high IQ. It’s just something you’re born with and it’s no guarantor of success. I could just as easily have been born with one arm or some other disability, besides that’s just about the most misused assessment ever. Being motivated is much more important.” Cinda batted her long eyelashes at me and I knew I was dead. “Stalling, Ty.” “Can’t we just let it go with embarrassingly high?” Cinda ...

... shook her head; Monroe and Momma were clearly amused. “Okay, I give up…one hundred….” I paused, not for effect, but because I’d always had difficulty talking about myself. My dad said it best—self praise stinks. “…and… eighty-one—last time it was measured, anyway. There—happy now?” I looked around the table. All their mouths were open in shock. I closed Cinda’s with a quick kiss. I told all about my childhood as a prodigy when Momma asked. “I was speaking and walking very early and began to read at eighteen months. I remember asking my mother to read a section from a magazine then I read it back. She thought I was just copying her, but I continued, reading the entire page. All I really needed was to match the symbols with the sounds—same with math. My folks first had me tested when I was three. The school put me into the gifted program in first grade, but I begged my parents to take me out. I thought those kids were weird, plus they were all self-absorbed stuck up snobs.” “You got that right, Ty.” It was Monroe and I agreed with him. Those were the universal character traits for gifted kids in my experience. There were some exceptions, sure, but they were few and far between. I helped clean up the mess from dinner then Cinda packed a few clothes and some toiletries in a paper sack and we left for the short drive to Grandma’s. She greeted us at the door where I told her that Cinda and I were now officially engaged. “May I see your ring, Cinda? Oh my, it’s almost as lovely as you ...