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Indeed. When I ask a man to dinner, I do it up right.
Jeff laughed with relief. It was awfully nice to have Sylvia smiling at him again.
Jeff had a quick bite to eat before he went back to work, and when he left Sylvia was smiling and waving at him from the door. To have Sylvia not speaking to him had been a dark cloud hanging over his head. It felt good to know that everything was out in the open. He should have told Sylvia a long time ago that it made him uncomfortable to have her so angry with him all the time.
Bobbie could see that Jeffs mood was improved when he returned from lunch; she was happy for him. Everyones mood was light as they worked the afternoon away, and then Bobbie found herself between Jeff and Gilbert for the ride to the Taylors.
She hadnt felt hungry until she walked in the back door and smelled Mays supper on the table. Gil assisted Bobbie with her chair at the table, and as she was seated a feeling of contentment rose within her. She had prayed a long time this morning and last night in regard to her conversation with Jeff.
As Bobbie began to eat she knew that God was going to bless her and Jeff for making this effort to clear the air and settle the past once and for all.
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Thanks, Mom.
Yeah, thanks.
Thank you for supper.
The words came from the men around Mays kitchen table, and Bobbie was impressed. Bill had punctuated his gratitude with a kiss and Bobbie found the gesture extremely tender, but oddly enough, when the room cleared and she and Jeff were left to work on the dishes, she felt embarrassed.
It wasnt that she was unaccustomed to seeing shows of affection. Bobbie knew that she wouldnt have been embarrassed if Jeff hadnt been in the room. Why that was, she wasnt sure.
Do you want to wash or dry?
Ill wash, Bobbie answered with relief, seeing a chance to hide her flaming face. Jeff had volunteered them for kitchen duty in hopes they could talk, but the piles of plates, cups, and pots were diminishing rapidly and still they had only discussed work and which kids from school were married and starting families.
How did you meet Cleve? Jeff asked suddenly.
Well, he lives and works in Jenner and attends the same church as my aunt and uncle. We got to know each other when he started coming into the shipping office every day for lunch. Then he began to stop by my aunt and uncles, and well, we just got to know each other.
I must say, Bobbie, Im a little disappointed.
Bobbie turned from the dishpan to look at him. Disappointed? In what?
You. Jeff was actually teasing, but he was in for a surprise. You dont sound at all like a woman who is head-over-heels in love.