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Sandras eyes rolled in her head at the obvious display, but Sylvias mind was made up and she ignored her. Jeff stood up from his place on the sofa as soon as he spotted the women on the stairs. Sandra smiled at Jeff as she passed through the room and Sylvia sat on the sofa and waited for him to be reseated.
Jeff didnt immediately notice that Sylvia had been crying. He was too busy trying to find words to breach the awkward silence that stretched between them. Then Sylvia spoke first.
Why are you here, Jeff?
Im here to find out why youre so angry with me all the time. Jeff hadnt meant to say that, but was glad he did. He was, by nature, a noncombative person. He would usually go out of his way to avoid a fight, which included stuffing his real feelings deep inside, something that was often a mistake.
Sylvia didnt know what to say. He had never mentioned her temper before. She decided to go with that.
You know I have a temper, Jeff. It doesnt really mean anything when I get mad. But the words didnt wash with Jeff and he again surprised himself by saying exactly what was on his mind.
I cant agree with you, Sylvia. It does mean something. I somehow doubt that you would care to be on the receiving end as often as I am.
Jeff looked as vulnerable as he felt, and Sylvia felt ashamed. She felt instantly contrite and wanted desperately to tell him why she did the things she did, but if he knew how much she cared he would certainly use her; after all, that was the way men were.
It never once occurred to Sylvia that she herself used people constantly, with her schemes to trap Jeff into marriage, her sister and brother-in-law, and the men that she dated to make Jeff jealous. And in one sense Sylvia used herself. She knew if she ever got Jeff alone, really alone, she planned to use every wile in her power to get him to say he loved her or force him into a proposal.
Im sorry, Jeff. Sylvia could think of nothing else to say, and indeed the words did not come easily, but Jeff was waiting her out, Sylvia could see that.
Im sorry too, Jeff replied, if Ive done something to hurt you. I really would like to go out tomorrow night. Is there anything I can say to change your mind?
Sylvia stood and walked to the front window. So he hasnt come to say hes broken his dinner date with Bobbie. The thought infuriated her but she fought to regain control. She kept her back to the room until she was sure she could manage a smile.
Of course well go out tomorrow night. I shouldnt have run off. What time shall I pick you up?
Jeff smiled. Youre going to pick me up?