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- About the Author
Bobbie had started supper and was up to her elbows in a flour mixture for fried chicken. Maryanne made her wash her hands and sit at the table.
But, Mom, Ill just get them all messy again when I pick up the chicken.
I know, but for the moment you need clean hands. Now close your eyes. Bobbies brows lowered for a moment, but then she did as she was told.
Maryanne popped into the living room to retrieve a small parcel wrapped in plain brown paper. Her husband, Jake, came in the front door at that instant and Maryanne signaled him over.
All right, now you can open your eyes and the package. Mother and Father stood silently by as their daughter tore the paper back to reveal the most beautiful fabric she said she had ever seen.
Its for youfor a new dress to wear on Sunday afternoon.
Oh Mom, Dad! Bobbie breathed as she smoothed the wonderful material with her hands. She missed the meaningful glance exchanged between the adults.
Ill explain later, Maryanne whispered softly as Jake put his arm around his wife. They had discussed it the night before and Jake had been as regretful as Maryanne over Bobbie not having a new dress.
The women went to work right after supper and Bobbie was so excited she could barely hold still. The dress was finished by lunch the next day and all she could do was stand in front of the mirror in her parents room and look at herself.
Bobbie thought her mother had to be the most clever seamstress in all the world. The dress bloused out at the waist, which gave hint to a fuller chest than there actually was. The sleeves were short and puffed and the neckline was high. The fullness at the waist also made Bobbies hips more attractive for a change and not just skinny.
I take it youre pleased.
Oh Daddy, didnt she do a wonderful job?
She always does.
Do you think Jeff will like it?
How could he not? Her father said with a smile, and Bobbie turned back to the mirror with her eyes shining.
How could he not? She repeated to herself. How could he not?
Jeff and his date were the last to arrive at the lagoon. Bobbie noticed the change in Jeff from the wagon ride over, where he had been fairly talkative, to when they joined the other young people and he had grown very quiet. She didnt understand it or question him, though she wanted to.
Hi, Jeff; hi, Bobbie. Pastor Kellers wife greeted them as they came toward the blankets spread with a picnic lunch. The day was beautiful, with a slight breeze, and there was plenty of shade under the huge willow trees.