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- About the Author
Why didnt you tell me?
Jeff, Bobbies voice was kind but very logical, if you asked a girl to marry you, wouldnt you appreciate her giving you an answer before she talked to anyone else?
Yeah, I guess I would.
Bobbie looked away from him then, and Jeff realized how insensitive he had been in the last few minutes.
Are you okay?
Yes. Bobbies voice was nearly inaudible.
Jeff was not convinced. His hand came up to gently grasp Bobbies jaw. He held her lightly and looked into her eyes. He saw pain there and something he couldnt quite interpret. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before freeing her.
As Jeff straightened he saw that Gilbert was rushing toward them. He appeared to be very upset.
Honestly, Jeff, Bobbies fianc is in the next room and youre in here kissing her!
Its all right, Gilbert Bobbie began.
How can you say that, Bobbie?
Oh Gilbert, she chuckled softly, youre so sweet. Please explain to him, Jeff. Ive got to be going.
The men watched her leave, and then Jeff explained to his brother, who promptly apologized for jumping to conclusions. They talked for a few minutes longer, and Gilbert admitted that he was relieved over Bobbies decision. Jeff agreed, but kept some of his thoughts to himself. Mainly his worry over the expression he had seen in Bobbies eyesthe one he couldnt quite define.
You better keep an eye on him, Mom. Hell make it so spicy that well all have tears in our eyes.
Dont listen to her, Mrs. Bradford, Cleve broke in. Youll love this chili.
Maryanne smiled to herself. She had never met a man who loved to cook. Jake and Troy were both quite capable in the kitchen, but they always preferred to have her or Bobbie do the work.
Okay, Robbie, Im ready for that pot.
Bobbie and Cleve worked well together in the kitchen, and Maryanne felt a twinge of regret that he wouldnt be a permanent part of the family. She quickly reminded herself that her daughter was a grown woman who had prayed long and hard about this man. She was not about to be an interfering mother!
The meal was wonderful. Cleve met Carla, who was over for the evening, and after the dishes were washed and put away, the four young people played a game.
When Troy walked Carla home, Cleve and Bobbie headed outside to sit under the tree in the front yard. It was another warm night, and the air was fresh and inviting.
Ive been thinking all day about what you said last night.
What was that exactly?
That God doesnt seem that important to me.
Cleve
No, Robbie, dont say anything. I needed to hear that. He was silent for a moment, and then went on in a contemplative voice.