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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Did he say anything about how it happened?
No. And I have a feeling thats why your dad went to my house. It does make you wonder what Santa Rosa is coming to, doesnt it?
Yeah, I thought of that, but I also cant help wondering what Jeff was doing in that area of town when he was supposed to be having supper with Sylvia.
The two stared at each other, their thoughts running in speculative veins. It was almost a relief to have someone come in with a box he wanted shipped. Bobbie found her mind wandering in between customers, so she was thankful for a busy afternoon.
The lone shipping clerks walked to the Bradfords after closing up for the night. There was quite a crowd there to greet them, but they were all family. Word had gotten out that Jeff was hurt and staying at the Bradfords, so someone from the church had brought over supper. Nate, May, Bill, Jake, and Maryanne were all sitting down to eat. Kate and Rigg bid their hellos and goodbyes, as they were just headed home. Marcail was upstairs with Jeff. Bobbie decided to eat but Gil climbed the stairs to see his brother.
Are you thirsty, Jeff?
No, Im fine, Marc.
Will the doctor be back tonight? the petite child asked from the edge of her seat.
No, Marc, he wont come again until tomorrow.
Marcail was nodding with relief as Gil came in the room. Gilbert scooped the little girl up and took her chair. He resettled Marcail on his knee and then smiled at his brother, who was regarding them with half-closed lids.
Your color is better; how do you feel?
Sore.
Has Dad reported this yet?
Yeah. Just a little while ago.
Gil wanted to ask details but was very mindful of the little girl in his lap.
Would you like me to read to you, Jeff?
Thanks, Marc, but I dont think I can stay awake.
Did you have supper, Marcail? Gilbert wanted to know.
No. I told Kate Id eat later.
Why dont you run down now? I can stay with Jeff.
Marcail complied and Gilbert settled back in the chair. He reached for a book he spied on Bobbies nightstand but replaced it as soon as he saw it was her journal.
Jeff had fallen back to sleep and Gil was left alone with his thoughts. He wasnt usually a nosy person, but what had happened to Jeff was really bothering him. He prayed about how to handle the idea forming in his mind.
He made his decision before his father came to give him a break. After hed had a bite to eat he walked Marcail home and headed to see Sylvia Weber.
twenty-three
Someone is here to see you.
Is it Jeff? Sylvia stood up quickly from her place on the bed.
No, its his brother Gilbert.