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Good night, Jeff. Sylvia stood at the front door and watched until he was out of sight. She begged God to help her keep her heart in check. But Jeff Taylor was a wonderful man and Sylvia had always been a little bit in love with him. She wasnt sure it was possible to see him socially and not fall for him all over again.
Sylvia recognized the fact that there werent many men who would still be friendly with her after the way she had acted. In fact, she meant to apologize about that. Thursday night, she told herself, as she went into the kitchen to tell Sandra she had a date.
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The week flew by and Cleve could hardly believe he was leaving town the next day. He had a wonderful time with Bobbie, and praised God for her spiritual influence and the opportunity to come and see her.
Cleve had gone every day to the shipping office to eat lunch with Bobbie and the Taylor sons, and every day he wondered the same thing: How long would it be before Jeff and Bobbie knew they were in love?
Strangely enough, he was not jealous, but to him the way they cared for each other would have been obvious to a blind man: their specific smiles for each other with which no one else was gifted. Private jokes, although shared with everyone, nevertheless singled them out as something special.
Their last lunch together was at the hotel on Thursday, before Cleve would be taking the morning stage home. Bobbie announced she would treat.
Have you fallen into a large sum of money? Jeff wanted to know.
Its impolite, Bobbie informed him with her nose in the air, to ask a lady about her age, weight, or bank account. Bobbie said this with the snootiest voice she could muster.
Is that right?
Yes, thats right, and anyone whos anyone would certainly know that.
Well, I know your age and I would guess that your weight is somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred pounds soaking wet, but your bank account, now thats a mystery. Jeff wagged his finger under her nose and tried to look stern.
Get that finger any closer and Ill bite it, she promised him.
Cleve could only shake his head. They played around like sweethearts. Even the fact that Jeff had a date with another woman that night couldnt change Cleves mind. Too many times he had seen Jeff drop his arm protectively around Bobbies shoulders, and even kiss her cheek or forehead. Brothers and sisters wouldnt have acted this way.
Cleve knew that Bobbie considered Jeff a friend, and vice versa, but Cleve believed these two were on the threshold of something far more intimate. He said as much to Mrs. Taylor the night before he left town.