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Bobbie and Jeff stared at each other in silence. Im sorry, Bobbie, Jeff finally said.
Im sorry too, Jeffrey, for the years of hurt and scars. I dont harbor any bitterness in my heart, and I hope no one else does either, but it was time for me to hear the entire story. For that I thank you.
Bobbie slid her hand across the table and Jeff took it. There was nothing romantic about the gesture; it was a friend reaching out to another friend in comfort and caring.
Not long afterward Jeff drove Bobbie home in the wagon. Their conversation moved to Cleve again, and Bobbie said some things that disturbed Jeff tremendously, but he was in no position to offer advice to anyone on her romantic life. It seemed as though his own was in a constant state of turmoil.
Of course, he wasnt really sure that he would term his relationship with Sylvia romantic, but why it wasnt was a question that plagued Jeff until he fell asleep that night.
twenty-one
Sylvia was in her best winter dress for her evening out with Jeff. She had worked for hours on her hair after lying down for a full two hours to rest her eyes. Her dress was a deep sapphire that highlighted her eyes to their best. The nap was to ensure that her eyes were clear and not puffy or red.
Jeff was in a suit and Sylvia was very pleased that he had dressed up for her. He was, she admitted, quite the best-looking man she had ever seen. None of the rich men back East could compare with Jeff Taylors tall, broad-shouldered physique. And if that wasnt enough, he had the most wonderful face. Very masculine, yet boyish when he smiled or laughed. His brown hair was a bit wavy and always shining with health.
Sylvias head was raised proudly as she slipped her arm into Jeffs for the walk across the crowded dining room. They were given a table for two by a window. It wasnt really private, but the angle at which it was set and a large potted plant made it feel a little more remote. Sylvia had stopped earlier to reserve the table she wanted, and since Jeff was unaware of this, it confused him as to why the woman taking their order kept grinning at him as though they harbored a secret.
So tell me, Sylvia said as soon as the woman walked away, how did your evening go last night?
It was fine, Jeff answered easily. We were able to discuss everything from five years ago, and Ill tell you, Sylvia, we needed that.
In what way? Sylvia always felt a little tense when the summer at the lagoon was mentioned, but Jeffs comment intrigued her.