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That Cleve will suddenly want to move to Santa Rosa.
That would make him the perfect husband?
Not perfect, I guess, but certainly more appealing. And like I said to Troy, if I was wild to marry Cleve, would it matter where we lived?
You might find that you feel differently in a few months, honey; you might find you dont really want to stay in Santa Rosa after all. Bobbie stared at her mother in surprise.
Dont get me wrong, Bobbie, she explained. I wish we could live out the rest of our lives living only a few blocks from each other, but I must face facts. Santa Rosa has changed in five years, and so have you. And you might miss Cleve so much that the miles between us wont seem near so important. As hard as it would be to see you go, I would understand. I feel God has been preparing me for something just like this for a long time.
Oh Mom, Bobbie spoke as she hugged her. I missed you so much.
Maryanne couldnt stop the tears as her own arms surrounded her daughter. They were probably closer through letters than they might have been if Bobbie had lived at home during her transitional teenage years, but it didnt stop the ache. It didnt ease the longing of wanting to touch and hug each other for all those years and not be able. Who would have thought five years would pass?
Look at us, Bobbie said as she wiped her streaming face. We really have got to stop getting each other wet. Now, Bobbie continued with determination, I want to go see Alice and the kids. Do you want to come?
Sure. I just have a few things to do and then we can start. Do you need to stop at the shipping office?
No. When I wrote back to Mr. Taylor and accepted the job, he said that unless he heard otherwise hed plan on my starting work the morning of the eighth.
Good enough. Maryanne moved from the table to do a few things, and a half-hour later the women were headed to the other side of town. They had a mile walk ahead of them to the Townsend residence.
Alice Bradford had married Stuart Townsend the summer after she finished school. He was four years older and she had met him when attending a party on the far side of Santa Rosa. For Stuart, seeing Alice was love at first sight.
Alice was very shy, even where her family was concerned, and had been slightly overwhelmed by the attention of this stranger. She was not yet done with school, and she knew Stuart to be a man with his own room in one of the boarding houses and a steady job at the bank. Stuart was relentless, however, and by the time Alice completed her final year he had won her heart.