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- About the Author
Dads working and Mom ran uptown. She thought you might want to go but decided to let you sleep.
Bobbie moved from the table and began to fix herself some breakfast. She had eggs in the pan when she asked Troy a question that had been on her mind since last night.
So tell me, Troy, how long have you been seeing Carla Johnson?
Yesterday was the third time.
Where do you and Carla usually go?
Last night her folks asked me to supper and then we played a game. The times before that we just went for a walk.
Bobbie grinned and they continued to talk. There wasnt really much catching up to do, since they had all kept as close as the mail would allow.
Did Cleve see you off? Troy asked.
No, just Uncle Jasper and Aunt Joanne. Im kind of glad he didnt.
Youre not sure, are you? I mean, nothing is definite?
No, its not. Cleveland is a wonderful man and we care for each other, but marriage is such a big step. I hate the idea of living away from Santa Rosa the rest of my life. Now tell me something, Troyif I desperately wanted to marry Cleve, would it matter to me where I lived?
Troys brows rose. I see your point.
As they discussed the matter Bobbie suddenly noticed a pair of her brothers jeans lying on the table next to the newspaper.
I take it these need mending.
They might after you put them on.
What is that supposed to mean? Bobbies voice was indignant.
Only that you probably wont fit as easily into my jeans as you once did for our camping trips.
Were going camping? Bobbie whispered, her voice and face radiating excitement.
Thats the plan. Troy answered her calmly, but inside he was as excited as his sister.
When do we leave?
Since you dont have to be to work until Monday, well head out Friday afternoon and come back sometime Sunday.
Bobbie wanted to jump around the kitchen like a kid out of school. How she had missed the camping trips with her dad and brother! They continued to discuss the camping trip and then Troy said he had to leave for work.
Enjoying the feel of home once again, Bobbie stayed at the kitchen table for a long time. Her thoughts wandered and then centered on her family, primarily her sister Alice.
Alice had been pregnant when Bobbie left for Jenner and surprised everyone with twins. The twins had just turned five and Bobbie had never seen them, something she planned on changing that very afternoon.
Maryanne came in a short time later, and mother and daughter sat over coffee and talked like old friends.
How is your Aunt Joanne?
When I left she was crying but shes doing well. I know she hopes Ill be back before the summer is out, as Mrs. Cleveland Ramsey.
And what do you hope? Maryanne inquired of her daughter.