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Jeff immediately saw his mistake and struggled to find words that would erase the anger from his dates face. Sylvia, Im sorry that I never mentioned Bobbies return. But we dont talk about my job very often and it just never came up. I wasnt trying to hide anything from you.
Sylvia saw his sincerity, and knowing that she was overreaching, she tried to calm herself. She knew that her eyes werent as pretty when she was angry and she never wanted Jeff to find her unattractive.
With her mass of blonde hair and startling blue eyes, most men did find her attractive. But Sylvia wasnt interested in what most men thought, just Jeff Taylor. Jeff of course didnt know that, since she did see other men and always let him know about it. But if she stayed with it long enough, she was sure she could bring him around, was sure she would see that spark of jealousy in his eyes that told her he cared. So far it hadnt happened, but Sylvia was patient. She had let him get away once before when they were just 17. It wasnt going to happen again.
An image of Bobbie and the way she looked at the lagoon picnic sprang to mind. You dont suppose shed come back beautiful, do you? Sylvia asked herself and then had to work at not laughing at the thought; it was simply impossible. Ladies did not laugh out loud at the supper table, and besides, she didnt want to explain to Jeff what she was thinking.
Jeff was blissfully ignorant of Sylvias thoughts as they finished their meal and then parted company an hour or so later. Jeff was tired as he climbed the stairs to bed, but a light glowing faintly from beneath Gilberts door propelled him to his brothers room.
Gil, Jeff opened the door a crack, are you up?
Yeah. Gil answered from the bed, where he had lain down with his Bible. He rolled to his side and propped his head on his hand as he watched Jeff drop into the rooms only chair.
Out with Sylvia?
Yeah, we had supper at the hotel. Their meat loaf is good. Then Jeff fell silent, staring at the floor.
How did it go with you and Bobbie today?
Jeff stared at his younger brother. Gilbert had always been able to read his mind, and sometimes it was very disconcerting. This time he had understood, without communication, that Jeff was nervous over Bobbies return.
I was fine as soon as I saw her and saw that she was okay. Before that I was sure it was going to be awful.