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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Wel-l-l-l, Bobbie drew out the word as she rose silently from the table. We could head in to town and rob the bank. Gottcha! Bobbie flung the half-closed door wide open to capture her brother, who was crouched there listening to the girls conversation.
Troy Bradford, what were you doing back there? Bobbie had her brother by the collar and stood looking down at him like an enraged warrior. She let go when she saw how red his face was. He scowled at her for embarrassing him. They apologized to each other and Bobbie spoke quietly.
Why dont you get a cookie from the tin?
Thanks. Troy retrieved his cookie and glanced at Angie before going outside. Bobbie felt sorry for him. She knew he had a crush on Angie. But then who wouldnt? Bobbie thought with a twinge of envy.
Angie was adorable with her dark curly hair and big dark eyes. She had a round little chin and a bright smile. And she was developing a figuresomething Roberta Jean Bradford was sure would never happen in her own body.
Her mother kept reminding her that she was not yet 15, but Bobbie knew girls who were younger and who had more of a figure than she did. So the words were no comfort.
Want to bake cookies? Bobbie suggested.
Its too hot.
I guess it is.
I never thought Id ever say this, but I miss school.
Me too. Bobbie agreed. I miss seeing all the other kids.
All the other kids? Angie questioned her. Or just one in particular?
Did you see that he was sitting with Sylvia on Sunday?
Yeah, Angie said with disgust. Some guys. I mean, so what if she does have a great face and figure and gets good marks in school? What else has she got?
Bobbie dissolved into giggles at the comical look on Angies face. But both girls sobered a moment later; they knew what the other girl didnt have: Sylvia Weber was not a nice person. On more than one occasion Angie or Bobbie had been at the receiving end of her vicious tongue.
I thought Jeff liked Sylvia, Bobbie commented suddenly.
I thought so too. At least Jeff and Sylvia deserve each other. Hes sorta stuck on himself.
Ive noticed. Bobbie agreed quietly. She didnt like to criticize people, and in fact she went out of her way to say nice things about even the hardest to redeem. But Jeff is one of the best-looking guys in school.
Thats true. But never forget Boball men are fickle.
The girls dissolved once again into shrieks of laughter because Angie herself was in love with a new boy every week.