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Well, I certainly know that, and so do you, but obviously Sylvia doesnt.
Bobbie watched Jeff turn from her desk and stare out the window for a long moment. When he was still quiet after a time, Bobbie spoke.
You need to go see her and explain. In fact, I think we should cancel tonight so the two of you can go out.
Jeff turned and looked at the woman standing behind the desk. A wish rose up strongly within him that Sylvia was as understanding as Bobbie. But Jeff immediately pushed it away; it was a disloyal thought.
Jeff. Bobbie called his name softly. He was looking at her but he didnt really seem to know she was there.
Jeff made an instantaneous decision. Thanks for offering, Bobbie, but Id still like you to come to supper.
Are you sure?
Im sure. Ill try to see Sylvia at lunch, but well keep our plans for tonight.
She only nodded, hoping that Jeff knew what he was doing.
Hello, Sandra. Is Sylvia here?
Yes, Jeff, shes here. Come in. Sandra was faintly satisfied to see Jeff on her front steps. She had just told her sister the day before that she would not lie for her again. Sandra thought Sylvia was crazy to have a gorgeous man like Jeff Taylor calling on her and pretending to be sick or out.
Have a seat. Ill tell Sylvia youre here. Sandra walked up the stairs, glad to have an opportunity to show her sister she meant business.
Sylvia, Jeff is here. Sandra poked her head in the door of her sisters room, which always looked as though a tornado had just passed through. Sylvia answered from the unmade bed where she had been crying.
Tell him Im sick.
No, the older woman answered calmly.
What do you mean no? Sylvias voice was shrill with panic. Surely Sandra hadnt meant what she said; she never did.
I mean that if you dont come down right now and see Jeff, Ill tell him he can come up.
You wouldnt!
Sandras answer was to shut the door and start back down the hall. But Sylvia snatched it open before her sister could move five feet.
All right, all right, Sylvia whispered furiously. I need a few minutes.
Okay, Ill wait for you.
Sylvia gave her sister a withering look before slamming the door and rushing to the mirror. She stopped just short of repairing her face, a new plan forming in her mind. Maybe it would be a good idea to have Jeff see me like this. Sylvia realized that she didnt look too bad. She touched up her hair a bit, took the last lace-scented hankie from her top bureau drawer, and went into the hall, her face a picture of rejection.