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Jeff ran his hand over his jaw and leaned closer to the mirror. He didnt have a heavy beard, but he did have to shave every day, and as usual he missed a spot on his chin. A moment later he wiped the remaining lather from his face and went upstairs to dress for church.
He was buttoning his shirt when he thought of Sylvia again. During his quiet time that morning, when he had read his Bible, she kept coming to mind.
After Jeff was injured he had missed three Sundays in a row. When he finally returned he noticed that Sylvia was not there. He looked for her the next week, and when he didnt see her he went to the Boggs.
Sandra told him that Sylvia had gone to Ukiah to visit an elderly aunt. She didnt know how long she would be away, but when Sandra wrote, she told Jeff, she would mention his visit.
That had been weeks ago. Jeff hadnt given much thought to Sylvia until this morning. He couldnt get the thought out of his head that she might be hurting in some way, so he prayed very specifically for her.
With all of this in mind Jeff was not at all surprised to see Sylvia in church. She was quite a way away from him, but even from a distance he could she was very thin. He determined to talk to her immediately after the service, but when Pastor Keller dismissed the congregation she was nowhere to be seen.
Jeff decided to go and see her right away, but then he remembered that the Bradfords and Cleve Ramsey were coming to lunch. He would have to wait to see Sylvia.
Of course the Taylors wont mind, Cleve, Bobbie told the man standing before her. And I dont mind waiting for you.
No, Robbie, you dont need to. Just tell me how to get to the Taylors and Ill walk over when Im done.
Hi, Jeff said as he approached, not realizing until he was on top of the debating couple that his timing was lousy.
Hi, Jeff, Bobbie said quietly.
Hello, Jeff, Cleve greeted him in relief. I was wondering, Jeff, if your family would be upset with me if I stayed for awhile and talked with Pastor Keller. I dont want to be rude, but if you could just give me directions to your place, then Ill walk over as soon as Im done.
Thats fine, Cleve, Jeff said, instantly sizing up the situation from the distraught looks of the people before him. In fact, we have enough transportation to leave you a wagon. Jeff went on to explain how to get to the farm, and then Cleve said goodbye and headed back into the church. Bobbie would have followed, but Jeff caught her hand.
Im not sure exactly whats going on here, Bobbie, but if he doesnt want you to stay, you need to respect that.