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- About the Author
An hour later the house was empty except for Jeff and Gil, who was helping his older brother shave and clean up.
I went to see Sylvia last night, Jeff.
You did? Jeff wiped the remaining soap from his face and looked at his brother in surprise. The simple act of cleaning up seemed to exhaust him, but he perked up at Gils words.
You might be angry with me, but I was worried about how you came to be in that part of town, so I went over to the Boggs to get some answers. Jeffs eyebrows nearly rose to his hairline, but he kept silent.
I couldnt figure out how you happened to be where Troy found you if you were on a date with Sylvia, so I went to see her and she told me everything.
Everything?
I think so, and probably some you dont know. She said she practically threw herself at you to get you to propose.
There was nothing practically about it, Gil, Jeff said softly and with regret. She pulled my head down and kissed me. This time it was Gilberts brows that rose as he gave a long, slow whistle.
But youre right, Jeff continued. I didnt know she did it to get me to propose.
Theres one more thing you should know. Shes coming to see you today. As if on cue, the men heard a knock downstairs at the front door.
If thats Sylvia shes going to want to see me alone, but I want you fairly close by because I dont think it looks right.
Are you sure youre up to this? I can tell her you need to sleep.
No, Ill see whoever it is.
Youre angry.
No, Sylvia. Honestly, Im not.
Then I still dont understand why we cant see each other anymore.
Jeff was nearly drained, but Sylvia seemed oblivious to that fact. He took a breath and tried again.
Sylvia, Im not going to be seeing anyone. I think my priorities have been messed up for a long time and I want to cut back on some of my social activities and rethink my purpose on this earth.
So all I am to you is a social activity!
Jeffs eyes slid shut in defeat, an action that Sylvia didnt miss.
Im sorry, Jeff, I didnt mean that. This time she was sincerely contrite. I told myself all the way over here that I was never going to get mad again, but it happens so easily.
Jeff nodded and managed a compassionate smile. Sylvia reached and touched his arm briefly before pulling on her gloves.
Well, Ill see you around, Sylvia said with a false cheerfulness.
Im sure well see each other at church. Take care of yourself.
You too. And Jeff, Im really sorry.
Thanks, Sylvia.