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She couldnt believe how tall he had grown over the summer months, and neither could most of the other girls. He became the object of so much attention in the first few weeks that he began to change. He had never been mean or vicious, but suddenly he went from open and friendly to aloof and unapproachable.
The old Jeff had shown kindness to Bobbie on more than one occasion, even defending her when she was teased about her eyesight. Now he stayed quiet if the older kids made unkind remarks, or he just behaved as though she didnt exist. Any little infatuations Bobbie had for Jeff had been slowly crushed beneath the heels of his indifference.
And now he had just come over and asked her to the boat outing. Bobbie was thrilled. Her open, honest approach to life made her somewhat naive to the underhanded ways and thought processes of some people. It never even occurred to her that Jeff had asked her for any other reason than the fact he wanted to spend the day with her.
Roberta! Maryanne Bradfords outraged voice broke through Bobbies dream world. Youre burning the cookies!
Oh no, Im sorry, Mom. The women reached simultaneously for the oven pad to rescue the burning pan but Maryanne ended up doing the work.
Honestly, Bobbie, it wasnt as if you werent sitting right here, her mother said in some exasperation.
I know and Im sorry, but Mom, the most wonderful thing just happened. Jeff Taylor came by and asked me to the boat outing on Sunday!
He did? Maryanne said with a smile.
I can go, cant I? I know Im not 15 yet, but Daddy will say yes, wont he? Maryanne looked into her daughters eyes, so full of hopeful entreaty, and smiled.
Jeff is a nice young man. Of course hell say yes.
Oh thanks, Mom, thanks! Bobbie threw her arms around her mother and squeezed her tight. Then she broke away suddenly, her face showing her horror.
Mother! What will I wear? Maryanne watched her daughter flap her hands in a state of panic and then charge for the stairs. She was back down before she had gone five steps.
Angie! Ive got to tell Angie! This time she watched Bobbie fly out the front door running as fast as she could.
Whats her problem? Troy asked his mother, who was standing at the door still watching her daughter run.
Bobbie needs to tell Angie something. No problem really.
Well, whatever it was, it made her burn the cookies. I can smell em out here. Troy made no effort to masquerade his disgust.
Well, I wouldnt worry about it, dear, since youve never let singed edges stop you before.