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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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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Picking her way along slowly, Bobbie knew she was running out of shelf. She was also completely unaware of the fact that Gilbert and Bill were standing in the doorway watching her. Bill was silent and thoughtful as he watched his son approach Bobbie.
Did you need me, Bobbie? Gilbert asked from about two feet in front of her.
Is that you, Gilbert?
Its me.
Oh, good. Im sorry I didnt explain
You need to go home?
Right. But I need
Ill take you right now.
Bobbies features washed relief; he understood. He had also come close enough for her to see him. After watching her search his face with anxious eyes, he finally understood that he needed to draw nearer.
Thank you. Bobbie smiled into his face, now so near her own, thinking he was the nicest guy on earth. If youll take me first to your dads office, Ill explain.
Its all right. He knows all about it. Bobbie need not know that Bill had learned much from his vantage point in the doorway.
Once out in the front office, Gil left Bobbie standing by the desk while he collected her coat. She heard conversation behind her but was again examining her glasses and paid no attention. When Bobbies coat was dropped onto her shoulders she slipped into it and felt her arm taken as she was guided out the door. When they had gone about ten steps on the street Bobbie came to a halt.
I need to tell you something, Gilbert. You need to be a step in front of me and let me take your arm. That way if you move I can feel it. If you come to a step, youll need to say something or slow way down.
Ill do just that, and by the way, Im Jeff.
They had maneuvered into position, and Bobbie almost tripped when she heard who was escorting her.
Wheres Gilbert? Bobbie asked in a small voice.
He stayed at the office. I need to pick something up at Riggs and I told him I would take you.
For some reason this was embarrassing to Bobbie. She felt that Gil was aware and concerned about her plight. Not that Jeff was being unkind, but she wasnt sure he really understood. She didnt really care to explain all over again about needing help, but in the next few minutes she wished she had swallowed her pride and explained.
I take it you can find your way from here, Bobbie, Jeff said as he stopped before the mercantile. The shipping office was on a busier street than the mercantile and Jeff honestly believed Bobbie would have no trouble the rest of the way. He was gone before she could say a word. Bobbie found she was more frightened than she had ever been in her life.