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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Bobbie was awestruck. Marcails voice was the clearest soprano she had ever heard, and as Bobbie turned to watch her she could see that it was effortless. The whole morning was special and it was with high spirits that Bobbie made her way to the Taylors.
Youre going to have to face facts, Jeffrey, he said to himself. Youre finding Bobbie Bradford more and more distracting all the time. Jeff sat in the living room of his house and couldnt believe he was having this conversation with himself.
The room was packed. Jeffs folks were there, along with all his brothers, plus Kate, Sean, and of course Marcail. Mr. Parker and Joey Parker were also present. They were friends to whom the family had a special outreach, but the only person Jeff had eyes for was a curly-headed blonde who wore glasses on her delightfully upturned nose.
Jeff couldnt believe how many times he had thought about kissing that nose over the last two weeks. Maybe it was because Sylvia had kissed him, but Jeff knew he was terribly preoccupied with hugging and kissing lately. He found himself envying Rigg, who had a wife to hold whenever he so wanted.
Jeff always assumed that he would marry someday, but lately it was becoming something of an obsession. He even found himself imagining what his and Bobbies children would look like. He had never had such thoughts of Sylvia, and Jeff spent a lot of time asking God to show him what it all meant.
What if he was falling in love with Bobbie? She was committed to Cleve. Jeff found the name more distasteful all the time. And on the rare moments when he thought about Bobbie kissing Cleve, he felt something akin to grief. He had almost slipped one day at work and asked her if they had kissed much. He knew the question was none of his business, but it plagued him nonetheless. Maybe he should just ask her, get his face slapped, and have it out of his system.
The room had emptied while Jeff sat in a daze. Marcail had opened all her gifts and the family was gathered in the kitchen for cake. Bobbie noticed that Jeff wasnt present and went back to find him in a chair in the far corner of the living room.
Jeff, are you coming to the kitchen? Bobbie asked the question after she had stopped by his chair.
Yes, Ill come right now, Jeff answered, glad for the diversion.
Marcail shot into the room just then and made straight for her presents. She scooped up the lovely undergarments that Bobbie had picked out for her and rushed over to Jeff.
Jeff, did you see these? Bobbie gave them to me. Arent they pretty?
Very nice, Jeff answered, thinking how grown-up Bobbie had made Marcail feel with such a gift. Marcail was holding up a cotton undershirt and bloomers; both were piped in pink braid.