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Well, Bobbie didnt know everything and naturally she wanted to, and I needed to know why she stayed away all those years. There was no anger or bitterness in either of us, but it felt good to get everything out on the table.
Well, Im glad to hear that. She and I cleared things up long ago. I wrote to her when she was in Jenner.
You did? Did you mail the letter?
Well, of course I mailed it. Sylvia laughed as though Jeff was trying to be funny. Bobbie wrote back, too.
Sylvia chatted on but she had lost Jeff. Why in the world was Sylvia lying? He wasnt sure how much of the conversation he had missed when he began listening again.
And while were on the subject of Bobbie, theres something I think you should consider, Jeff. Sylvias voice had dropped and her face was a picture of compassion. You know you spend a lot of time with her, and you want to be careful that you dont lead her on in any way. I mean, you wouldnt want to hurt her like you did before and Again Sylvia prattled on and Jeff could only stare at her.
Im not saying that you cant be friends, but you are very attractive, Jeff, and lets face it, Bobbie isnt used to having men pay attention to her. You understand that its her Im thinking of.
Their food arrived at that moment and Jeff was spared from making a reply. He found himself praying and asking God to show him what to do. Sylvia was lying through her teeth and Jeff knew that if he called her on it they would have a huge argument right here in the hotel.
Jeff drew a sigh of relief when the topic changed to Sylvias family. She didnt have a good thing to say about them, and for the first time Jeff wondered how much of what she was sharing was true.
Jeff didnt remember very much about the meal or even what he had eaten, but an hour later they were walking toward Sylvias buggy. Jeff was fairly quiet until he saw that Sylvia was not headed toward his house.
I have to work tomorrow Sylvia.
You have time for a little drive, Jeff. Sometimes I think youre an old man.
Jeff fell silent under the attack, but began to feel increasingly nervous when he saw where Sylvia was taking them. They headed to a very quiet area of town that he had never visited at night. It was always talked about when he was a kid because it was said to be the place where teens in town went to be alone.
Sylvia pulled the horse to a stop beneath a huge willow tree. She turned to look at Jeff but he kept his eyes forward. There was a three-quarter moon and Jeff was well aware of the way it bounced off Sylvias hair.
Jeff?