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- About the Author
Its not going to change your status on the job, Bobbie. I can promise you that.
Bobbie only shrugged, clearly not believing him, and began to move across the room. That it was familiar to her was obvious, but Jeff was still pretty disturbed, and so he spoke up.
Bobbie, if youll just tell me what you need, I can get it.
Thats all right, Jeff. You dont need to stay. Ill come back as soon as I repair my glasses.
Jeff ignored her and deliberately moved to block her path. She stopped and stared up at him, noticing absently that she was feeling warmer.
Jeff brought his face down to what he believed to be very close. Can you see me?
Pretty much.
Jeff moved again, this time until his nose was no more than an inch from hers.
Now?
Yes.
I want you to tell me what you need. I really can be of much more use than I was here in the last hour. So if youll just tell me what you want, Ill get it.
Bobbie could see that he was determined. I need to go into the kitchen.
Jeff turned his back to her. Grab hold of the back of my coat. Bobbie grabbed on and was led into the kitchen.
Now, she said, over in the pantry theres a basket with odds and ends in it. She was quiet while Jeff retrieved it.
What I need is a small tool that repairs the tiny hinges in these frames. Bobbie reached into her pocket for the glasses, and Jeff seated them both at the table.
Jeff nearly pressed the tool into her hand but instead picked up the glasses she had laid on the table. Bobbie didnt object, but leaned very close in an effort to see him work. He worked with careful precision, no easy task with Bobbies nose almost touching his cheek. He noticed how nice her hair smelled and nearly told her so, but just then the back door opened and in walked Troy.
Is that you, Dad?
What happened to your glasses? Bobbies question about who he was told him instantly, before he had even looked at her, that she couldnt see. Never was Troy more protective than when his sister couldnt see. Even as a child he could become almost violent if Bobbie were threatened when she was without her glasses.
They broke at work.
Are you all right?
Yes, Bobbie answered, but would have scowled at her brother had she seen the measured look he was giving Jeff. Although aware of Troys scrutiny, Jeff felt it was best to ignore it.
Got it! Jeff said with great satisfaction. He meticulously wiped the fingerprints from the lenses before handing them back to Bobbie.
Thanks, Jeff, Bobbie said with a relieved smile when she could see again. She then looked at her brother. How come youre home?