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His family moved out of the area about a year later. I dont know where they are now.
Bobbie nodded and then took Jeff completely off-guard. Okay, Jeffrey, now its your turn. Tell me what happened with that whole outing at the lagoon.
Jeff looked shocked and then decidedly uncomfortable, but Bobbie just sat and watched him. He knew she deserved to know the truth, but he couldnt stand the thought of hurting her. He couldnt see any way out of it, so he looked her in the eye and started in.
In those days I was seriously infatuated with Sylvia. So was Richard. I wasnt sure where I stood with her, and when Pastor Keller came to see me with the idea of the guys asking the girls to the boating, I grabbed at it with purely selfish motives. I planned on asking Sylvia.
All six of us guys came here, and it didnt take very long for everyone to see that two of us wanted to take Sylvia. That left an extra girl, and that girl was you. Jeff stopped because he was feeling a little sick inside.
Go on, Jeff. Remember, I did ask.
He took a deep breath and studied the face across from him. Bobbie became more attractive to him every day. But it wasnt just her looks. There was something wonderful and special about her to which Jeff was terribly drawn. Right now he could see she was trying to cover the vulnerability she was feeling inside, and once again he wanted to hold her.
We hid in the barn to draw straws, which tells you how ashamed we felt, but we were too selfish to let that stop us. There was no reason to go over what happened at the lagoon; they both knew it well, so Jeff skipped ahead to when he dropped off Bobbie.
I went straight home after I left your house and waited for my folks. They werent long in coming and they knew everything. The church has matured since then, but unfortunately the gossip was pretty rampant. To say that my folks were upset would be a gross understatement. Ive never seen my mother like that, but I had no one to blame but myself.
I came the next day to see you, but youd already gone. My dad went the next day to see Richard and Sylvia because Id told him everything. He was very upset over the way you were treated at the lagoon. He talked with them privately and then left it up to them to tell their parents. I honestly thought theyd written you. Jeff paused for a moment in thought, remembering that at least Sylvia said she had sent a letter.
Anyway, Pastor called all of us together to apologize too. He felt responsible. It just never occurred to him that there would be a problem; they were really trying to give us a special day.