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- About the Author
The afternoon went by in a lazy fashion and the girls ended up playing a game with Troy and having a great time. They parted company just before supper and made plans to meet downtown the next day to browse in the store windows. But Angie was back at the Bradfords an hour or so before bedtime.
Hello, Mr. Bradford, Angie said breathlessly when Bobbies father opened the door. I need to see Bobbie; can she come out for a minute?
Bobbie appeared at her fathers elbow and Angie nearly dragged her from the house.
What is the matter with you, Ang? Bobbie laughed as she was pulled along. Angie stopped under the tree in the yard.
The church is having an outing at the lagoon and Deacon Briggs just asked me!
The girls stared at each other for a full five seconds before they screamed in unison and threw their arms around each other.
I think hes liked you for a long time.
You do? Angies face flushed with pleasure.
Tell me everything, Bobbie pleaded, and her friend was more than willing to comply.
We were just finishing supper when he knocked on the door and asked for me. My father made him sit for a few minutes in the parlor and I know he was embarrassed. But anyway, we sat on our front porch and he asked if Id heard there was going to be a boat outing for the whole church.
The whole church? Bobbie cut in.
Yeah, a week from Sunday. But the young people are going early to have a picnic and then boating when everyone arrives.
Oh, Angie, Bobbie said. Im so happy for you. Deacon is one of the nicest boys at church.
I think so too. Hes not stuck on himself, either.
The girls chattered until it was nearly dark and Angie had to go or face trouble at home. Bobbie went back into the house in a dreamy state. Angies first date. . . . The next best thing to having it happen to you was having it happen to your best friend . . . and with Deacon, too, who was so tall and quiet.
Bobbie took great delight in telling her brother about the boat outing, since he usually knew things ahead of her. But when she climbed into bed a short while later her mood wasnt quite so buoyant.
She carefully repeated her nighttime ritual of placing her glasses on the corner of her nightstand. That way she knew where they were even if she was half-asleep. When Bobbie was ten she had once left them on the plant stand in the hall. The glasses afforded her depth perception which she had sorely missed that morning, and she ended up falling all the way down the stairs.
Bobbie rubbed her nose where the spectacles had sat. It was a relief to remove them, since they had a tendency to pinch.