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- About the Author
The doctor cleared Jeff for work one week after he arrived home, but things were going well at the office and May asked Jeff to humor her by staying home an extra week.
By the last weekend of Jeffs confinement he was like a caged animal. It was Bobbies half-Saturday at the office, and on Bills request she agreed to go and see Jeff as soon as she got off work.
Your father tells me youve begun to pace. Bobbies voice came from the edge of the room and Jeff peeked over the newspaper he had been reading.
I cant imagine what hes talking about, Jeff commented with extreme nonchalance. Im finding I could enjoy the lifestyle of the idle rich.
Bobbie spoke as she turned and walked toward the door she had just entered. Then I guess you dont need company. Ill see you tomorrow or Monday at work.
Bolting out of his chair, Jeff raced across the room and pressed the door shut when Bobbie tried to open it. She turned and leaned against the wood, and then cocked her head to one side as she looked at the man above her.
I take it youre feeling better?
Much, Jeff answered with a grin, thinking she was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.
And perhaps you would like some company?
Are you going to make me beg for it?
Oh, now thats a wonderful idea. You could get on your knees and for once Id be taller.
Bobbie put one hand to her mouth, her eyes brimming with laughter, when Jeff dropped to one knee and took her hand.
Will you please tarry awhile and talk with me, Miss Roberta Bradford?
It was too much for the small blonde. She dissolved into giggles and then followed him into the living room, laying her coat across a chair on the way to the couch. After they were seated together Bobbie removed her glasses to rub her nose. This particular action always drew Jeffs attention because she never complained about wearing them or said they hurt, even though it was distinctly clear they werent the most comfortable.
The office was busy this morning. Half the time was spent telling people that you hadnt been hit by a runaway stage or mowed down in a gunfight. Its been like that for days. Bobbie shook her head. Its amazing to me how the facts get tangled. It wasnt like that in Jenner.
You mean not everyone knew everyone elses business? Jeff was amazed.
Of course they did, but they had their facts straight. Bobbies dry tone made Jeff smile.
How are you at checkers? Jeff asked a moment later.
Fair, Bobbie said with a mischievous grin. It all depends on whos on the other side of the board.
Who do you usually play?
My dad or Troy.
And do you win?