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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
What do you say to your Aunt Bobbie? Alice asked softly.
Thank you, Aunt Bobbie, the children chorused in voices equally as soft. Bobbies eyes filled with tears and she busied herself with her coffee to hide the fact.
The children came forward and stood next to their gifts. Bobbie, so wanting to get off to a good start with these little ones, did not immediately look at them. When she did, she found them both grinning at her. Bobbie smiled back with such delight that they both began to talk at once.
Within ten minutes Paige was in her lap and Wesley was sitting with his grandmother. It never once occurred to Bobbie that her family would talk to these children about her. Why, they knew everything!
What do you look like without your glasses? Wes wanted to know. Bobbie removed her spectacles and awaited their inspection.
She looks the same, Paige stated calmlyreal pretty.
Bobbie hugged the little girl to herself and was surprised a moment later when Alice asked what they wanted for lunch. She couldnt believe how the morning had flown.
When Maryanne and Bobbie finally left, Bobbie was buoyant. She couldnt stop talking about her wonderful niece and nephew.
Oh Mom, Ive just had a terrific idea. Do you suppose Dad would let Paige and Wes go camping with us?
Oh Bobbie, I dont know.
Well, I could at least ask. I mean, its three adults and only two children; we outnumber them and I can tell what good kids they are.
Oh Bob, I dont know, Maryanne repeated, and her daughter laughed.
Youre such a worrier, Mom. Im sure Dad will say yes, not to mention Troy. Hell love the idea.
Maryanne didnt look the least bit convinced, but kept silent. This was one she was more than willing to let Jake handle.
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I know Alice will say yes if you talk to her, Dad. Tell her they can sleep with me. You know how warm well all be.
Jake Bradford regarded his daughter and tried not to laugh. She was 14 all over again as they discussed the camping trip. She had nearly leaped on him and Troy when they came in the front door for supper with her idea of taking Paige and Wesley with them.
Troy and Jake had exchanged a quick look; they had honestly never considered it. They also thought it was a great idea, but they werent about to let Bobbie know that, at least not yet.
Theyre pretty young, Bobbie, Troy said skeptically, his eyes just beginning to sparkle.
We were younger the first time Dad took us, Bobbie pointed out logically, and for the first time noticed that her family was enjoying this.