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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
The next morning found Bobbie and Gilbert working together in the storeroom. Unclaimed packages were stacked on shelves against one wall. Bills policy was to go through these shelves every other month and clear them for incoming packages.
At the same time, inventory was done and the supplies were checked and reordered for the month. Gilbert went from a position on his knees to a step stool, time and again, in order to reach all the shelves and check each box. Bobbie stood beside him making a list of the nearly depleted supplies as Gil called them to her.
At one point, when Gil was high on the stool, his elbow bumped a small box off the shelf. Bobbie never saw or heard a thing and chose that moment to look up and say something. Gil was off the stool in a shot, but the damage was done; Bobbies glasses were broken.
Bobbie, are you all right? Gil was nearly frantic as Bobbie kept her head down, leading him to believe she was seriously hurt.
Be careful where you step, Bobbie said softly, and it took him a moment to see that she was looking for her glasses. Gilbert found them at her feet and picked them up in two pieces.
Bobbie, Im sorry. He placed them in her hands and watched as she brought them nearly to her nose for examination.
Its just that small hinge in the middle. Im glad its just the frames; my dad has a little tool to fix them. Unfortunately Ill have to go home to get it.
Okay. Gilbert shot out the door to his dads office. He didnt notice that other than Bobbie turning to watch him go, she stood absolutely still. A few minutes went by and Bobbie prayed that Gilbert would come back soon so she could explain she needed his help. It crossed her mind that since no one seemed to understand the extent of her eye problem, she might lose her job over this.
Bobbie? It was Gilberts voice.
Oh Gilbert, Im glad
No, its Jeff.
Bobbie hesitated. For some reason she was reluctant to bother him.
Jeff, do you know where Gilbert went?
Yeah, hes in talking with my dad.
When hes through, could you tell him I need him?
Sure.
Bobbie heard the front door open and then Jeff walking away. She looked around her. Everything was very blurry. Well, not the shelf beside her, but that was because her shoulder was nearly touching it. Bobbie put her hand on the shelf for balance and then slid her foot carefully along the floor. She was afraid to actually take a step because she had no depth perception and everything looked so fuzzy and distorted.