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How dare you call me a mule Bobbies furious tirade was cut short by a flash of lightning, an unusual occurrence in Santa Rosa. The crowd in the yard and around the Mickleson barn only had time to look up before the deluge began.
Cheers of hallelujah and praise the Lord were heard from every corner. Their anger forgotten, Jeff and Bobbie looked at each other and laughed. Jeff scooped the small blonde into his arms once again and swung her around. They were still laughing when he set her on her feet.
Bobbie, Maryanne called as she approached, are you all right?
Were fine. Where are Dad and Troy?
They came over when it started to rain and I started to worry when you didnt come back.
Maryanne had a quilt in her arms and put it around her daughter.
The group stood, over 30 of them, a cold but grateful mass, until the flames were little more than smoking timbers. About half the barn would have to be rebuilt, but no animals were lost and no one had been hurt while fighting the fire.
Pastor had come on the scene to help and he led the group in a prayer of thanksgiving for Gods protection and for the rain that minimized the loss and possibility of injury.
Maryanne took the food she had brought into the Mickleson home and then rejoined her family at the wagon. The rain had slackened. Both Bill and Jeff were there talking with Bobbie, who sat in the back with Troy.
Jeff tells me youre chilled to the bone. You get right into bed when you get home.
I always knew Jeff was a big tattletale. Bobbie tried to joke, but her shivers were nearly rattling her teeth out.
I mean it, Bobbie. I dont want you coming down with something. If you feel a cold starting just stay in bed. If I dont see you by 8:00, Ill know you needed rest.
Bobbie was too cold to argue and Bill left before she could say anything. Jeff peered a bit anxiously into the back of the wagon.
If you dont come in tomorrow Ill come by and see you.
Thanks, Jeff.
Good night, Jeff said to the family in the wagon and then watched as they disappeared into the dark.
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Bobbie felt great the next morning and was on the job at ten to eight. Bill questioned her closely until he was satisfied that she was really feeling well. Bobbies smile was a bit indulgent as she answered his questions.
All right, Bobbie, he said when he caught her look. Just humor me. Youre under my care now and I take my responsibility seriously.
I know you do. Thats why your sons keep taking packages from me that Im perfectly capable of lifting.
Bill was surprised that she was aware of their watchful care, but was quick to recover. Like I said, humor me.