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Well, I got my wish and finally developed in the front but the Lord was overly generous in the back. Bobbies voice was dry.
Jake laughed in earnest then. The Bradford women were notorious for having smaller bustlines and larger posteriors.
Dont you fret, Bobbie. Youve got a nice figure, just like your mothers, and shes got a great
Jacob! Maryanne spoke sharply, and both husband and daughter laughed. Maryanne patted the sofa and Bobbie sat on the edge, turning to face her mother, who lay back against the cushions.
Look at you, she breathed as she gazed into her daughters face. Why didnt we ever think to cut your hair? Just look at those dark blonde curls, Maryanne said with a small shake of her head. Bobbie only shrugged and smiled.
In truth her hair was darling, cut short all around her head and so curly. It was a natural curl that simply hadnt had a chance against the weight of Bobbies previous longer style. The frames on Bobbies glasses were a little different now, but other than the hair and glasses, she was very much the same. Her mouth still smiled just as easily and her eyes were still a beautiful deep green.
Wheres Troy? Bobbie asked quickly when it looked as though her mother would cry again.
On a date.
Bobbies parents took great delight over the way their daughters mouth dropped open.
A date?
Thats right. Hell be home pretty soon.
Why didnt anyone mention this in their letters?
It just happened, Jake informed her with a smile.
Bobbie had a thousand questions then, and before her parents could answer them all, Troy walked in. He was a good six inches taller than she was and even had a mustache. Bobbie could only stare at her 18-year-old brother. Troy stared back.
Hi, Bobbie, the young man finally said, his voice as deep as Jakes.
Hi, brat, Bobbie said fondly. Another moment passed and then Troy grabbed her and squeezed her tight. They laughed and talked nonstop for the next hour before Bobbie told her family she was going to be too tired to walk the stairs if she didnt go to bed.
Have you told her about our plans for the weekend? Troy said softly as his sister started out of the room.
No, Jake said when he was sure she couldnt hear. I thought Id surprise her over breakfast.
The three remaining in the living room shared a conspiratorial grin and then sat in silence and listened to the floor creak above them as Bobbie readied for bed. Maryanne couldnt remember when anything sounded so sweet.
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Its about time you got up. Bobbie was greeted by her brothers voice and she smiled sleepily at him.
Id forgotten how soft that bed was, Bobbie commented as she poured herself a cup of coffee and joined him at the kitchen table. Where is everyone?