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She had deliberately let Jeff think she was angrier than she was, in hopes of bringing him to his knees. But all it had accomplished was to drive him farther away. The beautiful blonde couldnt help but wonder how long it would have taken him to come to her if she hadnt made the first move. She could see she had a lot of repair work to do.
The main reason I came today, Sylvia improvised, was to ask you to supper tonight at the hotel. Sylvias voice could have charmed the birds from the trees. Just the two of us in one of those cozy little tables by the bay window. Itll be my treat. Sylvia was smiling in a loving, almost intimate way.
Thanks, Sylvia, it sounds great, but Ive made plans. Can we make it tomorrow night? Jeff was completely sincere and he smiled at her in true kindness. He desperately wanted to clear the air and even wished he could leave work on the spot to do so. But his talk with Bobbie was equally important and he knew he must not cancel it.
Sylvia was in a near state of shock. Time and again Jeff had asked her out and she always made sure he knew her refusal stemmed from another mans invitation for the evening. But never had Jeff turned her down. In fact, Sylvia was tremendously prideful knowing that he dated no one else and hadnt dated anyone long before she came back to visit.
Youve made plans? Sylvia asked uncertainly, and Jeff answered unsuspectingly.
Right. You see, Bobbie and I need to talk, so shes coming to my house for supper tonight.
You and Bobbie? Sylvias voice had gone very soft.
Right. We should have talked when she first came back. There are some things which have waited too long to be cleared up.
It never occurred to Jeff to lie or try to cover up his evening with Bobbie. He saw the look on Sylvias face and stood in surprise as she climbed into her buggy without a word. She ignored Jeff when he called her name and even shrugged off the hand he had laid on her arm. Jeff stood and watched her whip her poor horse into a frenzy as the buggy bolted down the street.
Whats the matter? Bobbie inquired of Jeff, who had gone back into the shipping office and was standing by her desk like a man lost.
Im not sure. Sylvia wanted to go to supper tonight and I told her wed have to make it tomorrow because you were coming over. She wouldnt even talk to me. Climbed in her buggy and rode away.
Oh Jeff, Bobbie whispered, how could you?
How could I what? the young man asked in all honesty.
How could you tell Sylvia that you cant see her because youre having dinner with another woman?
But were notyou know. Jeff finally caught on and was looking at Bobbie incredulously.