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Hello, Bobbie. He smiled, his whole body losing its former tenseness. I see Mom didnt waste any time in putting you to work.
Bobbie, trying not to laugh at the sigh and look of relief that had come over her co-workers face, continued to grin at him.
I dont mind. Its pretty routine and I have a tendency to get antsy if I dont have something to do.
They smiled at each other again, and Jeff mentally shook his head over the way he had tortured himself all through the night and that morning over how uncomfortable it was going to be working with Bobbie.
He had deliberately come into the office late, putting off what he was sure would be awkward: to find Bobbie handling a customer like a pro. He had watched her, unnoticed, from the doorway of the storeroom. Jeff was fascinated. Cheerful and efficient, she was not at all as he expected.
The only problem he could see was her obvious tendency to overdo. His mother would never have lifted a package as heavy as the one Bobbie had. May would have called to one of the men in the family for assistance. Jeff placed the package against the wall, taking note as he did that it was already wrapped for travel, and turned back to Santa Rosas newest shipping clerk.
Bobbie, in the future be sure to call one of us to help you with packages that heavy.
Bobbie was surprised. What was she there for if not to work? There was absolutely no way she was going to go running for help every time a large package came in. Why, the very thought of it!
Jeff was still staring at her, so Bobbie decided to reassure him. I wouldnt lift something that I couldnt handle, Jeff.
Jeff smiled and kept still, having accurately read what was going on in her mind. He would let his father handle this one. They were discussing more aspects of the job, such as the storage room at the back of the building, the stage depot next door, and the hours both offices were open, when Gilbert came in.
Hello, Bobbie. Bobbie could only stare at him.
Gilbert? She finally managed to say.
Its me. Gilbert stated the obvious and waited for Bobbie to look her fill. He had been a boy when she left, only 13. Five years later he towered over her and was almost as filled-out as Jeff. Both men sported lean frames and broad shoulders. Their arms were corded with muscles, brought on by the daily tasks of lifting, loading, and packing every conceivable size of crate and package.