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Rigg, who was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table, exchanged more than one glance with Kate over the top of Jeffs head. Everyone in the family assumed that Jeff and Sylvia were serious about each other. No one had ever taken the time to ask Jeff; it was just something they took for granted.
Jeff hadnt done much dating in the recent years, and it was nice to see him doing things and going places with Sylvia. It might also take a little adjustment if in fact they really werent serious.
Jeff took his leave right after Kate finished with his hair, and Kaitlin and Rigg were then able to talk. They didnt come to any solid conclusions about Jeff, but they did understand that the Lord wanted them to pray about him, Sylvia, and Bobbie.
Bobbie sat down that night and wrote to her aunt and uncle. She told them all about her first days of work and how it was to settle into home again. Troy was having supper at Carlas that night and her parents had retired early. She wrote about what happened with her glasses that morning, and then realizing just how tired she was, went to bed herself. Bobbie fell asleep so swiftly she didnt have time to talk over the day with her heavenly Father.
Thank you, Mrs. Gordon. Im sure your package will go out this week.
Bobbie shut the office door as the woman strode swiftly down the street. Another day at the shipping office was complete and Bobbie was amazed at how swiftly time flew. It had been a great day, though. Jeff had scored a major victory by walking in with his new haircut. Bobbie had been surprised speechless, just as he had hoped. But Bobbie was rarely at a loss for words, and before it was over she had the Taylor men laughing the workday away.
No one was around when Bobbie was ready to leave, so she let herself out and shut the door. Her walk home was uneventfulin fact, it was very quiet. Entering the house, Bobbie was intent upon asking her mother what was going on in town. She found her in the kitchen throwing provisions in a large basket.
Oh Bobbie, I thought I was going to have to leave a note. Your dad and Troy have already left for the Micklesons. Their barn is on fire and the wind is blowing it toward the house. Gather some quilts and get them to the wagon. Your dad hitched the horse for us and Im almost ready to leave. All of this was said with an air of urgency, but no panic.