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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Jeff had been working on the back-room shelves for so many years he was sure he could do it in his sleep. As usual, his mind began to wander and this time it wandered to Bobbie. He had never had a friend like her, and indeed she was a friend.
It had seemed for awhile that working with her was going to be very difficult because of the way his heart was changing toward her, but he had fully surrendered his heart to God where Bobbie was concerned, and his heavenly Father sustained him in a way that Jeff never anticipated.
Bobbie had become his friend. It was really that simple. He could touch her arm or even give her a hug in true friendship. There wasnt anything they couldnt talk about. They shouted at each other once in awhile, but there wasnt a week that passed when they didnt laugh themselves to tears over something.
They even had a Scripture memorization contest going. It had been Bobbies idea, and Jeff, having been raised in the Word of God, thought himself a sure win. But as usual, Bobbie surprised him. They would stand almost nose-to-nose and recite any verse that came to mind. The last person to say a verse won.
Jeff found out in a hurry that Bobbie was as competitive as he was. They were evenly matched at the moment, and both hated to be the last one standing there searching his or her memory for a verse.
Thats the lot, Jeff told Bobbie as he came down to stand beside her.
Thanks, Jeff. As always, she had to tip her head back to see him. I guess Gil was delayed.
Well, no matter. Nate will be out of school in a week, and Dad always puts him in charge of the stockroom for the summer.
Im glad to hear that. Nate is fun to have around.
Speaking of being around, I understand you guys are coming to supper tonight.
Yep. Are you going to be there?
Jeff gave a negative shake of his head. I have a date.
Anyone I know?
Penny Larson.
Penny Larson? I thought she lived down south.
She does. But shes here to visit her grandmother and were going to supper.
Tell her I said hi.
Ill do that. How many more days until Cleve comes?
Hell be here Friday.
This Friday? Jeff was surprised.
Yes. When did you think it was?
I dont know, but I just didnt realize it was so soon. You dont seem very excited.
I am, Bobbie said, but her voice held no conviction. She met Jeffs eyes for just a moment and then turned away.
They had talked all about Cleve when Bobbie was still undecided, and Jeff had finally told Bobbie outright that her marrying Cleve was a big mistake.
You dont even know him, so how can you say that? she had retorted in anger.