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A huge lunch of fried chicken and dumplings was enough to take Jeffs mind from Sylvia for a few minutesthat and the job his mother had given him of taking some soup up to Rigg. Rigg wasnt really sick enough to stay in bed, but May had wanted him to and he had done so to please her.
Ready for something to eat?
Sure. Rigg put aside his Bible and pushed up in bed. Smells good.
Chicken soup.
How was church?
All right.
You wouldnt know it by your voice.
Sylvia sat with Richard.
So its Sylvia this month. Riggs voice was dry.
Whats that supposed to mean?
Calm down, Jeff. The older mans voice was gentle. Ive just noticed that you dont stay interested in any one girl for very long.
Its different with Sylvia. Jeff spoke adamantly, a little too adamantly.
Rigg nodded sagely, wisely holding his peace. His food saved him from replying for a few minutes, and then he told Jeff that he needed to get some sleep so he could be at the store in the morning.
Jeff nearly accused Rigg of being married to the store that bore his nameRiggs Mercantile. But the one time he had hinted at such a thing, Rigg gave him quite a tongue-lashing. He told Jeff flat-out that he wouldnt know a day of hard work if it bit him in the seat of the pants.
Jeff had silently agreed with him but replied that these were his fun years. He would have to work the rest of his life, so why start now? Rigg, who had been working at the store since he was 14 and was in complete charge since he was 19, had only shaken his head and walked away.
Jeff consoled himself with the fact that he helped out at the shipping office from time to time. The fact that his ten-year-old and 13-year-old brothers did more work than he did was conveniently ignored as Jeff once again told himself that he would be working the rest of his life. At 17 you were supposed to enjoy life to its fullest.
Jeff was just leaving Riggs room when his mother called him from the kitchen.
You have a visitor, Jeffrey.
Certain that Sylvia had come to apologize, Jeff flew down the stairs, only to find Pastor Keller waiting in the living room and talking with his father.
Hello, Jeff, the pastor greeted him. Sorry to intrude on your Sunday afternoon, but I have something Id like to discuss with you.
Sure. Jeff took a chair and gave the pastor his full attention.
Were planning an outing for the church. I think everyone will enjoy it. Were going boating at the lagoon.
Hey, that sounds great!