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The question was sincere and so was Sylvias, but that was only because seeing Bobbie was such a relief. She wasnt beautiful. In truth, she wasnt even pretty. Oh, her hair looked better and she was no longer straight-up-and-down, but the glasses were just the same and she wasnt a bit taller. She still had the soft aura of a child.
The thought made Sylvia relax. That must have been why Jeff was staring at her so intently when she came in. Jeff thought of Bobbie as a little sister.
Well, Im headed uptown so I cant stay. Some of Sylvias irritation with Jeff returned when he didnt beg her to stay longer or offer to go with her.
Ill walk you to your buggy.
You dont have to, Sylvia assured him, but was pleased when he followed her.
Bye, Sylvia, Bobbie called, and the older woman gave her a smile and a wave. Bobbie sat back down in her desk chair.
Wow! Was the only word that would come to mind, and she said it out loud.
Whats wow? Gil wanted to know as he came from his fathers office where he had been working.
Sylvia, Bobbie answered. I thought she was pretty when we were kids, but now Bobbie let the thought hang, and Gilbert watched her as she stared off into space. She was still just sitting when Jeff returned.
Did you think she wouldnt be as pretty? Gil wanted to know.
No, but I didnt think you could improve on Sylvia. I mean she was always the most beautiful girl in school, but now she looks like an actress youd see on the stage. Her hair and eyes are more wonderful than ever.
Both men noticed that there was a tiny note of envy in Bobbies voice and the thought saddened them. Sylvia was attractive and they were among her admirers. But both of them found Bobbie delightful, and the idea that she would wish herself to be anything other than she was made them both regretful.
Bobbie realized just then that the Taylor brothers were staring at her. Have I said something wrong? she asked cautiously.
No, no, they rushed to assure her. Neither one had any idea how to tell Bobbie how they felt about her, so she was left in some confusion over their odd behavior.
Bill came back an hour or so after lunch. No one had taken any time to eat so he sent his sons and Bobbie out of the office.
I dont want to see you back here for at least an hour. With these words he saw them out the door and shut it behind them.
Well, I guess he told us, Bobbie laughed. Now, I brought my lunch today, but, Jeff, you still owe me lunch out and, since you have such a poor memory, I think you should treat Gilbert too.