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As it was, it rained very hard at the time Jake, Troy, and Bobbie were going to leave for their trip, and it continued to rain all weekend. Maryanne, who had planned to sew all weekend, laid aside her plans and the four of them played games and talked for hours. It was a wonderful homecoming for Bobbie. The only dark spot on the weekend was how late they all stayed up on Saturday night, causing them to oversleep Sunday morning and miss church. Bobbie had been looking forward to seeing everyone, but consoled herself with the fact that she started her new job the next day.
She took herself to bed when it was still early on Sunday, and with the lantern turned high she lay in bed and wrote in her journal.
January Seven, 1872
Its lovely to be home. The clock did not stand still as I hoped it would, and nearly everything and everyone changed. My parents look older, but they are in some ways ageless. Im going to contribute to the household whether my parents like it or not. Oh Troy, youre so much fun. And Paige and Westhank You, Lord!
Tomorrow is the big day. Ill see Jeff. I hope he likes me. Mr. Taylor too. Ive got to get to sleep. Good night, journal, Ill write again in a few days.
Bobbie turned the lantern down then and fell asleep while praying for a calm heart to face her new job in the morning.
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Bobbie wore a green dress for her first day of work. She spent a little extra time on her hair and was pleased with the way it curled softly around her face. Her fingernails, always long, were clean and well-shaped.
Maryanne had the day off, so Bobbies send-off breakfast was a morning feast of omelettes stuffed with bacon and cheese, plus fresh muffins with jam, cider, and hot, strong coffee.
Bobbie left the house right after breakfast. Her coat kept her warm as she walked briskly away from home. She felt a little like a child on the first day of school as her lunch tin swung in her hand with every step. The shipping office was a welcome sight and Bobbie walked in the front door with a smile on her face.
May Taylor immediately rose from the desk in the corner and came toward her.
Hello, Bobbie. Its good to see you. The two women embraced, and when May stepped away, Bobbie saw that there were tears in her eyes. Dont mind me, honey. Its just that youre an answer to prayer and its so wonderful to have you here.
Its good to be here, Mrs. Taylor. Bobbie didnt say more and May could see she was close to tears herself. The two women had begun to talk about the workings of the office when Bill Taylor came in holding the hand of a young girl.