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I know you didnt, and the truth is, I havent been completely honest with you. Bobbie looked surprised and he continued. You see, I deliberately stayed away from Santa Rosa to see if youd come back because you missed me. In fact, there wasnt a day that the stage came in that I wasnt there to meet it, always hoping youd be on board. Cleves voice was quiet, almost resigned.
Bobbie cried in earnest then. She took off her glasses and buried her face in her hands. Cleve watched helplessly.
Robbie, please dont do this.
Bobbie tried to contain herself so she could talk with him, but the tears kept coming.
I was really hoping youd let me stay. I havent had a vacation for a long time and I wont push you or anything
What? His words surprised Bobbie out of her tears.
Well, Cleve continued, its just that maybe your parents would rather I didnt stay here, since were not going to be
You mean youll stay all week, youll really stay like you originally planned?
Id like to.
Oh Cleve, I was so hoping you would. But I was sure that as soon as we talked youd want to leave. In fact I was afraid youd even move to the hotel tonight and leave on the morning stage.
Id like to stay, and, he held up his hand as though making a solemn vow, I promise well be friends. No hinting about your coming to Jenner.
Oh Cleve, Bobbie said again, wanting to tell him she thought he was wonderful, but no words would come.
Bobbie had put her glasses back on and they smiled at each other in understanding. Cleve confessed to being very tired a little while later, and then took himself off to Troys room, where he would sleep in the extra bed. Bobbie stayed downstairs for awhile to talk with her parents.
Hes awfully nice, Bobbie, her mother commented.
Yes, he is, she said with soft conviction. And hell make some girl a good husband.
But not you, her father interjected.
No, not me.
The three were silent for a minute and Bobbie was glad that Troy was out with Carla.
Are you all right? Maryanne asked her daughter.
Ive been better. You dont mind if Cleve stays, do you? I mean, even though were just friends?
You know better than to even ask, Bobbie. Her fathers gentle voice was her undoing.
Im going to bed now. Bobbie stood and more tears fell. She was almost out of the room when Jake came up behind her.
Oh Dad, was all Bobbie could say as she was enfolded in her fathers embrace.
You did the right thing, didnt you, Bobbie?
Yes.
And you have peace.
Yes, but I hurt.
I know you do. God knows too.