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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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- Sean Donovan
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- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
These cookies are good. He sounded so surprised that Bobbie smiled.
Thank you. Have as many as you like.
Thanks. Jeff ate a few more.
Bobbie continued to wait quietly, but began to feel distinctly uncomfortable. She didnt really know Jeff Taylor and couldnt think for the life of her why he would come to see her. He suddenly cleared his throat and spoke.
I suppose youve heard about the outing at the lagoon.
Yes, I heard.
Well, I came by today to ask you if youd like to go with me.
Jeff watched the eyes behind those glasses blink at him even as he prayed shed say no. It wasnt that he found her repulsive, because Deacon was right, she was very nice. But he was sure that if Sylvia saw him with Bobbie he would never hear the end of itnot to mention the fact that he didnt want to do anything to ruin the fragile thread upon which their relationship hung.
Id like that, Jeff. Thank you for asking me.
Sure.
Is there anything I can bring? Jeff, becoming more relaxed by the second, bit into another cookie before he answered.
No, I dont think so. Oh, Ill be picking you up early. You see, were going to have a picnic and some games, then everyone else will come at 4:00 and well all go boating.
That sounds fine. If you find out I need to bring something, just let me know.
Okay. Jeff stood on that word and reached for another cookie. These are really very good.
Im glad you think so. I was a little worried because you only ate seven of them.
Jeffs head whipped back as he was walking away from her. She was actually teasing him! Her eyes sparkled with mirth and a small smile played around the corners of her mouth.
If Jeff had taken the time to really look, he would have noticed the beautiful green color of Bobbies eyes and how given her pretty mouth was to smiling.
Jeffs own mouth raised in a small smile and he thanked Bobbie for the cider and cookies.
Ill see you Sunday, Bobbie called to him as he rode out of the yard. Jeff waved and Bobbie walked back into the kitchen and plopped into a chair.
Jeffrey Taylor just invited me out. Bobbie hoped it would seem more real to her if she heard the words aloud, but it didnt. She continued to sit almost in a daze. Troy came in and finished eating the pan of cookies Jeff started, but she didnt notice.
Bobbie was thinking back two years in time, to the fall and the first day of school. They had not attended the same church as the Taylors in those days, and so Bobbie had not seen Jeff over the summer.