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- Dear Marcail
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I dont need to know him to see that youre not in love with him. Jeffs voice had been gentle, and Bobbie couldnt take it. He had watched helplessly as tears puddled in her eyes.
Im sure youve noticed how hard it is for you to get into the office every day, Jeff, because of all the men lined up outside waiting to see me.
So you are marrying Cleve because you think no one else will ask you?
You make it sound so cynical, but you dont understand. A single tear slid down her face and Jeff felt something squeeze around his heart. Plain girls have dreams too, you know. We want families and homes as much as beautiful girls like Sylvia.
Oh Bob, Jeff whispered, and reached to hold her, but Bobbie stepped away from his arms.
Dont pity me, Jeff. I dont need your pity.
But Jeff was not to be put off, and he pursued Bobbie right around her desk and then pulled her into the storeroom so they could talk.
Everything had been cleared up between them before they had gone back to work, but at the time Bobbies future was still very unsettled.
Bobbie now knew she wasnt to marry Cleve, but she couldnt tell anyone. She felt it a serious matter to tell Cleve first and in person, even though she desperately wanted to discuss it with her best friendJeff Taylor.
For the moment Bobbie was spared having to give any more thought to the weekend and Cleves arrival because Marcail came in.
Hi, Bobbie.
Well, hello, Marc. What brings you in right after school?
Kates at the doctor.
Bobbie looked at her with understanding. She and Marcail had discussed this before, and Bobbie, even though she didnt share Marcails fear of doctors, was very compassionate.
Im ready now, Marcail said as she took a seat by the desk.
Ready for what?
To hear about the camping trips.
Bobbie smiled. She had completely forgotten that they had been talking about it on Sunday when Kaitlin told Marcail she had to get into the wagon. Bobbie had promised her they would talk the next time they saw each other.
Bobbie glanced down at the paperwork on her desk and then at the clock. If she kept it short she could still get her work done. Bobbie was just finishing her explanation when Jeff came in and took the other desk chair.
So when can I go with you?
Well, were not going again until after Cleves visit, but if Kaitlin and Rigg say you can come, then its fine with me.
What about me?
Bobbie blinked at Jeff in surprise. Are you serious?
Sure. Ive been waiting for you to invite me all spring, but since Marc just came out and asked, I figured Id do the same.
Bobbie looked from one to the other. Why had she never thought to invite them?