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- About the Author
Well, I see youre following in the same homely footsteps as your brother, Bobbie said, her voice becoming dry and giving the men a first glimpse of what working with Roberta Bradford would be like. I suppose girls go out with you because they feel sorry for such an ugly little pup. Well, look at that smile Im getting! And after all those insults! Youre obviously very disagreeable too.
It was too much for the Taylor men; they couldnt hold their laughter. Bobbie joined them, and then a man came in with an armload of small boxes. Bobbie turned serious in the blink of an eye and the customer was explaining his need and paying his money in record time.
Gilbert was impressed with his first look at Bobbie in action. Gil wondered if his parents knew what a treasure they had found.
Wheres May? Bill asked as he came out of his office and approached the desk where Bobbie was seated.
She and Marcail left a little while ago.
Im sorry, Bobbie, Bill stated sincerely. I had no idea you were out here trying to deal with the customers on your own. Bill stopped when his sons began to laugh. Bobbie didnt hear the explanation they gave their father because someone else had come in off the street and Bobbie moved to help them.
It was Bills turn to watch his new employee in action, and he felt like May didthat he could cry over how good it was to have her with them.
The next hour flew by in a frenzy of activity, and no one was given any more time for socializing. At one point Jeff and Gilbert watched their father take a large box from Bobbie and tell her she was not to be lifting anything that heavy. Bill turned away as though the matter was settled, but both of the younger men could see that Bobbie had a mind of her own on this subject. It wasnt until after lunch that the situation came to a head.
Bobbie, Bill said as he plucked, yet again, another heavy package from his newest employees arms. Am I or am I not your boss?
Youre my boss, Bobbie admitted quietly.
And as your boss, Ive told you that youre not to be lifting articles that are too heavy.
Im not lifting too much, Bobbie stated in respectful logic.
I think you are.
Mr. Taylor, did you write and tell me you needed a shipping clerk, or did I misunderstand your letter?
Yes, I need a shipping clerk, but
Then Im only trying to do my job, the small blonde cut him off, her voice and posture a picture of respect. Im young, strong, and healthy, and I havent lifted a thing today that was too much for me.