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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
They smiled at each other and then Bill told Bobbie that he would be uptown for most of the morning.
Gilbert didnt come in until close to 9:00. He arrived to find the shipping office packed with clients. Nearly 20 people sat on the benches and milled around the windows. The morning stages were late and these people were the overflow from the small stage office next door.
The stages arrived within minutes of each other and Jeff showed up to meet them. He and Gil helped unload and load both passengers and packages before heading back to the empty shipping office. Bobbie had taken a seat at the desk and was working on the never-ending stream of paperwork.
I didnt think I was going to see you today. Jeff had taken one of the two chairs that sat opposite the desk.
You sound like your dad, Bobbie commented as she laid her pencil down and removed her glasses. Jeff watched as she rubbed the little marks left by her spectacles on the bridge of her nose.
Do they always leave those marks? Jeff asked, leaning close now.
Not always, but they do pinch some. Bobbie continued to rub her nose. When she replaced the glasses she found Jeff watching her with concern.
At some point in the last few days they had become friends. It felt wonderful, Bobbie thought, to know that Jeff was her friend. He cared about her and liked working with her, and she felt the same about him.
Bobbie smiled at Jeffs concerned look and his thoughts moved in the same direction as her own. What a good friend Bobbie was turning out to be. She was fun and kind, and he genuinely enjoyed being with her.
Jeff and Bobbie were still sitting and talking quietly with each other when the office door opened.
Well, hello. Sylvias voice came from just inside the door and both Jeff and Bobbie turned to greet her. Jeff, knowing her well, noticed instantly that she was upset about something.
Sylvia, come in. Jeff smiled solicitously and offered his chair, but Sylvias look was frosty. Jeff sighed. He wondered what he was in trouble for now. A mental run-down of the last few days told him he hadnt forgotten any more dates with her and it wasnt her birthday. He figured hed have to wait and see. Sylvia never kept her anger to herself for very long, so he was certain to hear the cause before the day was out, and quite possibly within the hour.
I cant stay. I just stopped in to say hello. Its good to see you, Bobbie.
You too, Sylvia. How have you been?
Fine, and yourself?
Fine, Bobbie answered with a smile.