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Five minutes passed while she tried to calm herself. She did know exactly where she was, but had never been in this situation before. Maybe she could make it home.
Bobbie tried to think of where the boardwalk ended, if it was right at the corner of the mercantile or a little before. She held the broken spectacles up before her, thankful that the glass was intact. Moving slowly, Bobbie was able to get her hand on the side of the building. Afraid she would drop her glasses and never find them, they went into the pocket of her coat.
It was a chilly day and having to move slowly did nothing to warm her. Bobbie was almost to the steps when Rigg and Jeff noticed her from inside the store. They exited the building together and Bobbie was just about to step off into midair when Riggs hand stopped her.
Oh, thank you. Whos there? Bobbie looked up at the blurry features.
Its Rigg.
Oh. Bobbie wanted to cry with relief. I know youre terribly busy, Rigg, but Im in a jam. I didnt explain to Jeff that I needed help getting all the way home, and now hes left. Troy is working at the livery, so maybe you could let him know I need help. I know youre busy. She finished in quiet embarrassment and Rigg led her to the bench in front of his store.
Just sit here a minute, Bobbie. Jeff is still here.
Rigg wondered how long Jeff would have stood staring at Bobbie if he hadnt given him a shake. He seemed to be transfixed by the sight of Bobbie struggling along. Standing about ten feet away from her, he hurried forward after Rigg touched him.
Here, Bobbie, let me help you.
Bobbie came to her feet and moved down the street with Jeff, wishing as she went that Gilbert had simply taken her home.
twelve
Bobbie was shivering uncontrollably by the time they reached the house. She stood just inside her front door and tried to calm down. Jeff had come a little farther into the living room and found himself staring at her once again.
In truth, Jeff was horrified over what he had just done. He asked himself how he could possibly have left her at the mercantile after witnessing the fact that she hadnt even recognized him in the storeroom, and again as they walked down the street she had thought he was Gilbert.
Something inside him had nearly torn in two as he had felt her arm trembling on his own on the walk home.
Im sorry, Bobbie. I feel ashamed I wasnt more sensitive to your needs.
Its all right, Jeff. I should have explained. I need to talk with your father. It never occurred to me that your family didnt realize the problem I have with my vision. Bobbies voice was soft, almost resigned.