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Bobbie wasnt all right where she was. She was cold and feeling a little lost without her sight, but she didnt want Jeff to know that. After listening to footsteps exiting the barn, Bobbie brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Her breath came out in a gasp when she heard feet on the floor very near her.
Im sorry, Bobbie, Jeffs voice was pained. I thought you knew I was still here.
Thats okay, Bobbies voice shook.
Jeff could see that it wasnt okay, but kept the thought to himself. He could only imagine how frightening it would be to be practically blind, albeit temporarily.
Ill come and sit beside you so youll know where I am. Bobbie sat very still when Jeff sat down, and neither one spoke for a moment.
I thought we were friends.
We are, Bobbie answered tentatively, wondering what direction the conversation would take.
Then why are you embarrassed in front of me about losing your glasses?
I was hoping you wouldnt notice.
I notice a lot of things. Now tell me why.
Bobbie spoke so softly that it was almost a whisper. You feel unbelievably vulnerable when you cant see, Jeff. To have you come in and me not know it, then stay and not see you, just adds embarrassment to that vulnerability. I suppose its pride, but its hard to have you see me in this position.
Thank you for telling me, Jeff said simply and put his arm around her. Bobbie laid her head against his shoulder and felt instantly better, but then realized she had a question of her own.
Jeff, were you upset today when you got into the wagon?
Jeff hesitated.
Just tell me if Im out of line.
Sylvia and I had a fight, but I cant really discuss it with you.
Thats understandable. Ill be praying that you can clear the air soon.
Thank you.
The conversation moved to other things and Bobbie was a good deal warmer by the time Troy returned. Bill had produced the needed tool to fix the glasses, and when Troy returned them, he said it was time to go. Everyone felt the afternoon was a wonderful success and most parted knowing they would see one another at the barn-building, if not before.
seventeen
Bill gave Jeff a choice about where he wanted to spend Saturdayat the Micklesons or at the office. Jeff chose to work on the barn, and since it was Bobbies full day off, both Nate and May were in to help Bill.