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Stuart adored his wife and was crazy about his children. In fact he was so tender that he had insisted that Alice go to visit Bobbie when she had been gone for over two years. Maryanne had wanted to go in the worst way, but both of the ladies she cleaned for had planned parties and would not have been prepared to let her off for several weeks.
Maryanne and Bobbie walked the distance in companionable conversation. They were both dressed warmly, since January in Santa Rosa is usually rainy and quite cool, enough to chill a person to the bone if not dressed appropriately.
Alices home was a welcome sight at the end of their journey, and the sisters embraced for long moments. Alice was much the same, and even though she was not talkative, her expression told her sister how glad she was to have her back.
They settled in the kitchen and Alice set mugs of coffee in front of her sister and mother. A moment later Paige and Wesley entered the room. They stood shyly near their mother at the stove as they greeted their grandmother, and then, seeing their Aunt Bobbie for the first time, they stared in wide-eyed silence.
Hello, Bobbie said softly, and told herself she was not going to cry. Paige and Wesley Townsend were adorable. They were both blonde and freckled and their eyes were the exact shade of green as her own. Alice had dressed them warmly and in matching outfits. Wesleys pants were the same material as Paiges jumper, a heavy brown corduroy, and their shirts, a brown-and-red plaid, also matched.
Alice had been dressing them alike since the day they were born. Once, when the twins were four, she had mentioned buying fabrics that were different. The twins reacted with such vehement protests to this suggestion that Alice had dropped the whole idea.
Bobbie knew how easy it would be to overreact and throw her arms around these dear children, to whom she was an absolute stranger. They, on the other hand, were as familiar to her as they could be. Everyone, Troy included, had something to say about them in every letternot to mention Alices letters, in which she talked about little else.
The five-year-olds watched Bobbie reach for her bag. She brought forth a pair of blue mittens and a pair of red. Next she drew out an orange stick of candy which joined the blue mittens and a red stick to go with the other pair. And finally a red ribbon joined the pile of red items, all intended for Paige. A whistle carved from wood was set next to the blue mittens and orange candy, which were to go to Wesley.
These are for you, Paige, Bobbie said as she pushed the red pile a little closer to the edge of the table. And these, Bobbie said as she repeated the movement with the other things, are for you, Wes.