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We could draw straws to see who asks Bobbie Bradford. This was Richards suggestion, his voice betraying to everyone that he was sure it would never be him. The group fell silent for a moment, and each boy felt weighted down with guilt over the way they were talking about Bobbie.
Deacon was rightBobbie was a very nice girl but she wasnt at all attractive. She was the youngest girl on the list, not yet 15, and it appeared to anyone who cared to observe that Bobbie was never going to develop any female curves.
She was about as straight up and down as a young girl could be, and even with her short height she appeared to be all arms and legs. Her eyesight was the next thing that weighed on everyones mind, as each young man pictured the wire-rimmed spectacles she wore on the bridge of her turned-up nose. They made her eyes look like those of an insect, or so the boys thought.
And if those reasons werent bad enough, Bobbie had the ugliest hair in town. A dirty blonde color, it refused to curl or lay straight, but fluffed out from around Bobbies head and shoulders like the wool on a sheep.
The Bradford family was not what anyone could call affluent, but Mrs. Bradford was a whiz with a needle and thread, and most people never dreamed that Bobbie wore her mothers made-over dresses. Bobbie had a brother who was 13 and an older married sister, who was expecting her first baby.
The family was well-liked at church and known for their hardworking, generous attitudes. Mr. Bradford did odd jobs around town and was the gravedigger for the church cemeterynot a glamorous position, but appreciated by most. Mrs. Bradford cleaned house for two of Santa Rosas wealthier families, and had a small business of sewing and mending clothes in her home.
But even though Bobbies family were hard workers and she was a nice girl, none of the boys in the Taylor yard had the desire to ask her to the outing at the lagoon. The six talked a while longer, and though most of them were overwhelmed with shame, they agreed to draw straws. The fact that this went on in the barn, out of sight from Bill and May Taylor, said much.
Jeffs brother Gilbert wandered into the barn, but he observed from a distance and was not one to talk about anything he had seen or heard.
The youngest boy of the group, Tom Freemont, was elected to hold the straws. Within seconds Jeff stood with the long straw in this hand, trying to control the fury massing inside him.
Well, that was easy enough, Richard smiled with cruel contentment. Since we both wanted to ask the same girl, this makes it quite simple.
Jeff forced a smile onto his face. That settles it all right.