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That day Sylvia wrote and asked Sandra if she could come back. Sandra had not immediately acquiesced, and Sylvia had been miserable. Sylvia asked in every letter to Sandra when she could return. Finally a letter arrived telling Sylvia she would be welcome. She had packed her things and left that very day.
Sylvia still had Sandras letter that told of Jeffs visit, but she didnt hold out any hope for the future. Her return to Santa Rosa was not to see Jeff, although she would love to talk with him. No, her return to Santa Rosa was to put some space between her and Aunt Velvet so she could mourn in privatemourn for the 20-plus years spent living for herself and accomplishing nothing for God and in reality nothing for herself.
Sylvia stayed away from church the first Sunday back, feeling that she still needed some time to think. On the Sunday she did attend, it caused her almost a physical pain to see Jeff talking so easily with Bobbie Bradford, but it didnt make her angry.
Several people came right out and asked Sylvia if she had been ill, making her uncomfortably aware of how thin she had become. Her pride came to the fore over this matter, and she didnt stay after church because she didnt want Jeff to see her.
Surprisingly enough, though, she was not at all upset when Jeff came to the house that night. In fact, she was so glad to see him she had to swallow hard against the lump in her throat.
Hello, Jeff.
Hello, yourself. Welcome back.
Thanks.
Sylvia motioned him to a seat in the living room and sat across from him.
I was all ready to ask how you were doing, but I think I can see youre okay. The words were said kindly, and Sylvia realized Jeff was looking at her eyes, and not the way her dress hung on her frame.
I am doing okay. How about yourself?
Im fine. How was your visit with your aunt?
Interesting, Sylvia said, and then smiled. Jeff smiled back and wondered at the emotional change in her.
To look at her one would think she had been quite ill, but her eyes belied the frail look of her body. Those big sapphire-blue orbs looked out with a guileless serenity that Jeff had never seen there before.
They talked for over an hour, and as Jeff was ready to leave, something compelled him to ask Sylvia out.
Maybe we could go to supper sometime.
Oh, Id like that, Jeff, Sylvia answered, her eyes shining with pleasure.
Great! Hows Thursday night?
Thursday is fine.
Okay, Ill stop by about 6:30. See you then.