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- About the Author
Its time we talk, Jeff, Bobbie said quietly. I know its suppertime, so if you dont want it to be now, then we need to plan on another time. You need to understand why I didnt come back for all those years. Otherwise Im going to have to weigh everything I say to you.
I think you might be right. Why dont you plan on having supper at my house tomorrow night and well go for a walk afterward.
That sounds fine, and youd better head back now because it looks like its going to rain.
They were almost to Bobbies house as Jeff agreed. Bobbie entered the house to find the family just sitting down. She had forgotten that Troy was having Carla Johnson over for the evening. Stuart, Alice, and the twins would be joining them later for dessert.
Hi, everyone. Sorry Im late.
Thats all right, we havent really started, Jake assured his daughter.
Bobbie, who had been feeling preoccupied with her discussion with Jeff, found her mind moving to other things during the meal, the foremost of which was Troys demeanor toward Carla.
Across the table from Bobbie, with her parents on either end, they were giving her a perfect view of their interplay. Bobbie felt something catch in her throat time and again over the way Troy leaned to hear Carla when she spoke.
Carla was a very sweet girl; Bobbie remembered her well from school. She had beautiful brown hair and it was obvious that Troy was devoted to her. Bobbie thought, with a certain bias, that Carla wouldnt find a man more wonderful than Troy, and if the look in Carlas green eyes was any indication, she felt the same way.
The meal began to drag for Bobbie. It was becoming increasingly hard to watch her brother in the beginning stages of love. Something almost resentful rose up in her over the fact that Cleve had never been as solicitous to her as Troy was being to Carla.
Bobbie immediately confessed the thought. It was unfair of her to judge Cleve in such a way. She knew what he was and it had never bothered her in the past that he didnt make over her all the time.
Even as Bobbie told herself this, she knew it wasnt entirely true. She did want someone who would look at her with love-filled eyes and who listened when she spoke because he believed what she had to say was important. But there was something elsesomething that Bobbie had not wanted to face. Bobbie wanted, no needed, a man who would be a spiritual leader in her home the way her father was. Bobbie knew that Cleve did not fit the bill.