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Some people would have said that Bobbie was some sort of fanatic, but Bobbie knew better. Never had she experienced such peace. It was indeed a peace that passed all understanding, a peace in knowing that her eternity was secure and that God cared about her every moment on earth, and was there for all her needs.
Bobbie knew she had to share her feelings with Cleve in a letter. He was quite sure that she would eventually be his wife, and Bobbie was having to face facts: Unless Cleve did a tremendous amount of changing in the time they were separated, she simply could not marry him and still be in obedience to God.
Maybe she hadnt answered her mothers question honestly. Maybe she was entertaining thoughts of marriage to Cleve because she was quite certain he would be the only one who would ever ask.
nineteen
Tuesday did not start well for Jeff. Sylvia was at the office very early wanting to see him. They hadnt talked for over a week, specifically since the Sunday before when she had left the churchyard in a furious display of dust. Jeffs several attempts to talk with her had availed him nothing. Three times he had gone to her sisters house and tried to see her, but she refused to even come downstairs. Jeff figured she needed more time and decided to back off.
When by the next Sunday Jeff had made no effort to approach Sylvia, her fury mounted. She waited all that day and Monday for him to try again, but by Monday evening he still hadnt made an appearance. Sylvia found she couldnt take anymore. Tuesday morning she was at the shipping office just after 8:00, dressed to perfection and wearing a forgiving smile on her face.
Have you got a minute, Jeff? Sylvia asked in her most humble voice, and Jeff, sincerely wanting to clear the air, walked her to the buggy.
Im sorry I didnt see you last week, Sylvia started right in. Im afraid I wasnt feeling very well.
Jeff saw her excuse for the lie it was, and for the first time he wasnt sure what to say to this woman he had been seeing. He was still trying to figure out what had been so upsetting about his suggestion that they eat at his house.
Well, Im glad to see youre feeling better now. Jeff replied with the first thing that came to mind, but he almost felt as if he had lied himself.
Thank you. It wasnt what Sylvia wanted to hear, and she just barely controlled another show of temper. Jeff was looking uncomfortable, and Sylvia knew then and there that her plan had backfired.