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It hadnt taken very long for the story to circulate among the group at the lagoon, which didnt say much for the congregations ability to refrain from gossip. Understandably, neither the Taylors nor the Bradfords stayed for the boating.
Jeff had not waited long for his family to arrive back at the house. Gilbert and Nathan had discreetly disappeared and Jeff faced his parents alone. Bill said nothing as May berated her son.
Your actions of the past weeks make perfect sense nowyour waiting until the last minute to ask Bobbie and then doing so as though you were going to your own hanging. May continued to point out Jeffs faults, ending with the fact that he had deceived everyone, not just Bobbie. A moment later a look of silent communication passed between husband and wife and May exited the room.
Sit down, Jeff, Bill said, once his wife was gone. Jeff sat on the sofa but could not get comfortable. He shifted several times even as his father pulled the rocker close in front of him.
I want you to tell me everything.
Jeff did just that, beginning with the boys conversation in the yard and the drawing of straws in the barn, to the moment he dropped Bobbie at her house and came directly home himself.
You mean to tell me that Richard and Sylvia came right up to you and Bobbie and called her the long straw? Bills voice reflected his amazement.
Jeffs eyes filled with tears and his shoulders began to shake. You should have seen her face, Dad; she was crushed. And its all my fault. I wanted to have Sylvia all to myself and I was willing to do anything Jeffs voice broke and he began to sob in earnest.
Bill joined him on the couch, and with his arm around his errant son, he listened as Jeff shared everything he was feeling and cried himself into near-exhaustion.
They talked for the better part of two hours and then prayed together. Jeff confessed his selfish, deceitful actions and then listened in surprise as Bill confessed his lack of attention to his oldest biological son. Bill went on to pray for wisdom for Jeff when he apologized to Bobbie and her family as well as wisdom for himself when he went to see Richard and then Sylvia. Father and son were more than a little drained at the end of the prayer.
Do you think I should go tonight?
No, son, I think you need to get some rest. You can see Bobbie in the morning.
Thanks, Dad.