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By the following summer Id made some wonderful friends and again my departure was put off. Then it was time for school to start and I was so torn I was miserable. You see, I still hadnt changed at all physically and I so wanted to come back
Bobbie stopped as all the pain she felt that summer crowded in upon her. She remembered the desperate desire to see her folks and the kids at school, but wanting also to mature and return looking like a young woman instead of a little girl.
Jeff was careful to keep his emotions off his face, but the look in Bobbies eyes was almost more than he could handle. His hand clenched where it lay on his knee beneath the table, in an effort to keep from reaching for her.
Anyway, Bobbie went on softly, I told myself, one more year. But by the end of the next school year Id begun work at the shipping office and my presence became necessary. The passage of time ceased to exist. I was needed and leaving was nearly out of the question.
There was one time when I was ready to go. My bags were packed and I was going to catch the morning stage, but my Uncle Jasper got very sick in the night and again Bobbie shrugged and Jeff nodded in understanding.
I did want to tell you, though, how much your note meant to me. When I first left I hoped you were suffering as much as I was, but I soon saw that there was no living with bitterness. It eats at you until theres nothing left of the original person and I knew that would be the worst thing I could do.
The hardest part about being away was knowing that everyone knew. It was also hard not to hear from anyone. I realize, Jeff, that you werent the only one involved that day, but I never heard a word from any of the other kids. Pastor and Mrs. Keller wrote, and so did you, but other than my family
Not even Angie? Jeff remembered how close the two girls were.
She wrote but she never mentioned the lagoon. I think she felt that was best, but its like having your mother die and everyone trying to pretend it never happened. I wish Angie hadnt moved up north so I could talk with her about it. I mean, I didnt need her or anyone else to belabor the point, but a word or two of understanding would have been welcome.
Im surprised no one else wrote, Jeff replied, and now that I look back on it, I wish Id written more than once. I thought about you an awful lot and I wished wed kept in touch.
Tell me something, Jeff. Whats become of Richard Black? My mother kept me as up-to-date as she could, but she never mentioned Richard.