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I wonder if someone will ask me on a date when Im 15, Bobbie wondered as sleep began to crowd in upon her. She fell into slumber visualizing the clothes in Angies closet so she could tell her tomorrow what she should wear on her date.
three
The boat outing was only four days away when Jeff rode into the Bradfords yard. They had an old house that they had painted and kept up. The swing that hung from the tree in the yard was just a piece of wood with a rope knotted in the middle.
Troy moved lazily on that swing, pushing himself in circles with one bare toe. As though embarrassed at being caught on the swing at his age, he jumped down the moment he saw Jeff.
Hi, Troy. Is Bobbie around?
In the kitchen.
Jeff tied the horses reins to a tree limb and moved toward the house in his long-legged stride. His knock on the door went unanswered, and for an instant he entertained the idea of leaving without seeing Bobbie.
Just go in, Troy called from where he had sat down under the tree. Jeff glanced at the younger boy, hesitated, and opened the door. He found himself in the living room.
Bobbie. His voice was hesitant and soft.
Bobbie. Louder this time. Jeff heard someone move in the next room, and then Bobbie came out drying her hands on a towel.
Well, hello, Jeff, how are you? Bobbie greeted him with natural ease, smiling the smile that came so easily for her.
Im fine, thank you. Jeff sounded too formal, even to his own ears.
My folks arent here right now, but I can give them a message if youd like. It never once occurred to Bobbie that Jeff was there to see her. She also knew that Troy was in the yard, and that if Jeff had wanted him he would never have come in the house. Her parents were the only ones left.
Im not here to see your folks.
Oh. Bobbie took a moment to absorb this. Why dont you come in to the kitchen? Ive got cookies ready to come out of the oven. Bobbie turned and walked away, taking for granted that Jeff would follow.
Jeff took a chair at the kitchen table and glanced around the Bradfords kitchen. It was spacious and sparkling clean, but Jeff didnt really notice amid his reluctance to be there. A moment later Bobbie set a hot pan of cookies on the table.
Help yourself, Jeff. Ill get you something to drink.
Jeff thought the cookies might take his mind off the inevitable, so he picked one up and bit into it. It was delicious.
I hope you like cider, Bobbie said as she set a cup before her guest and took a seat.
A moment passed before Jeff saw that Bobbie was waiting peacefully for him to state his business. He said the first thing that came to mind.