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- Dear Marcail
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Yes, thats right.
What you dont know, Nathan, is that I could be taller. I just dont want to be.
Is that right? Nate imitated her perfectly, and before Bobbie could reply, the Riggs wagon was converged upon by Bradfords and Taylors.
Everyone seemed to be talking at once, and after a few minutes May and Maryanne decided they should all have lunch together. A hasty potluck was planned and Maryanne and Jake headed home to collect their food. Marcail begged Bobbie to ride with them, so she found herself in the back with her new little friend and a very quiet Sean, whom she had just met.
The wagon was already moving when Jeff hopped aboard and made himself comfortable on the blankets. He tipped Seans hat over his eyes, gave Marcail a quick hug, and smiled at Bobbie, but his thoughts seemed far away and the ride to the Taylors was fairly quiet.
I thought Jeff was coming to lunch, Sylvias sister commented when she came in alone after church.
We had a fight.
Again?
Yes, again, the younger girl snapped. Hes not doing anything right. He wanted me to have lunch at his house today.
So why didnt you? Surely you didnt come here on our account. Sandras voice was dripping with malice.
She had thought it was going to be such fun having her sister stay with her, but Sylvia hadnt grown up at all in the years she was away from Santa Rosa. She was as self-centered and conniving as she had been when they were kids. Carl had been on her to get Sylvia to end her visit and go home, but Sandra didnt know how to tell her, so she not only had to put up with Sylvias childish behavior but her husbands angry words to boot.
I didnt want to have lunch there, Sylvia went on as though explaining something to a simple child. I cant ever get Jeff alone at his house. There are people everywhere. And Im never going to get Jeff to propose to me if I dont get him alone.
Sylvia had told herself that she was never going to tell Sandra her plans for Jeff, but she was growing desperate. And just as she suspected, this news was not well received by her sister.
Sylvia, you cant be serious.
I dont know what you mean, Sylvia stated, but it was a lie.
If youre in love with Jeff, why are you seeing other men?
The younger woman tossed her head with an indignant sniff. I should have known you wouldnt understand. Not all men are like Carl, you know. They dont all just fall at your feet the moment they lay eyes on you. Sometimes the woman has to work a little harder to get what she wants.
Sandras look was piteous and it made Sylvia furious. Without a word she pounded up the stairs. The slamming of her bedroom door echoed throughout the house.