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Lunch had been miserable for Jeff. Sylvia was angry for most of the meal over the way he had gone into the back room and left her alone. Jeff had been preoccupied by the way Bobbie had turned away from him before he left. He thought she had been hiding her true feelings from him, masking how upset she was, and now he came back to find her laughing with his brother and then blushing like there was something personal between them.
How was lunch? Gil asked.
Are you guys done in the back? Jeff evaded the question.
Im going to finish up on my own, Gil told him. Bobbie is free to help you out here.
Jeff nodded, carefully keeping his emotions off his face. He would have been surprised to know that both Bobbie and Gil knew something was bothering him. They just didnt know what.
Im going to head home now, Jeff. Would you mind telling your dad?
Ill tell him. Maybe I should walk you home. Its getting pretty dark.
Oh, Ill be all right, but thanks for the offer.
Jeff stepped forward when Bobbie lifted her coat from its peg on the wall. His touch was careful as he assisted Bobbie with her coat. Bobbie turned while she was buttoning to thank him. She looked up and opened her mouth to express her appreciation, but something in his face stopped her.
You havent had a very good afternoon, Jeff, she said instead. Is anything bothering you?
Jeffs heart would have been made of stone had he not responded to the tenderheartedness he saw in her eyes.
Are you sure youre not upset about today? Jeff finally asked the question that hadnt been off his mind for a moment.
I was scared in front of the mercantile, Jeff, very scared, but I was over it before we ever left my house. And if youre still bothered about lunch, well, lets just say, I wish there was some way for you to know how well I understand. Everyone forgets things. And while were on the subject of the way Im feeling, can I say something?
Please do.
I have feelings, Jeff. If you cut me Ill bleed, and if someone says something cruel to me I might cry, but Im not made of crystal.
I never said you were.
But thats the way youre treating me. You can joke with me, Jeff, just like your father and Gilbert do, and you can even bump into me without apologizing for ten minutes. Im not going to go to pieces like I did five years ago and run away, if thats what youre thinking. You push me and I just might push back.
Bobbies chin had raised on these last words as did Jeffs eyebrows. Shes right, he said to himself. Ive been treating her like shes a fragile piece of china, when plainly shes not.