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- Dear Marcail
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Bobbie and Marcail were as ladylike as always, and supper was a mixture of delicious food and laughter. They used the provisions from home for that meal, but Troy and Jake set out snares for the meals the following day. Bobbie planned to be up early to do some fishing. Jeff told himself he would join her, but she and Troy left camp so quietly that Jeff and Marcail slept through it.
Brother and sister sat side-by-side on the creek bank and talked in low tones.
I thought Carla was going to come this weekend, Bobbie commented just as she felt a tug on her line. Troy didnt answer for a minute because his mind was still working on the fact that Bobbie hadnt lost her touch. She was one of the best anglers he knew.
Its her dads birthday and theyre having a special dinner tonight.
Why didnt you stay?
Troy chuckled softly. I love Carla, but Id much rather go camping than attend a birthday party.
Tears flooded Bobbies eyes when her brother confided that he loved his girlfriend. She turned her face quickly back to the water, but Troy noticed.
Whats the matter?
Nothing.
You like Carla, dont you?
Oh Troy, shes wonderful! Please dont mind me.
They were quiet for a moment. Two more fish were snagged, one for each of them, and then Troy spoke quietly.
I liked Cleve.
I like him too, Troy, but like isnt enough to build a marriage on.
No, I guess it isnt.
Are you and Carla going to be married?
Yes.
What are you waiting for?
I want to put a little money away.
How does Carla feel about that?
She wants to be married right away. She says she can go to work if we need the money, but I dont want my wife working.
Oh, I can see why you must feel that way. Your own mother has worked out of the house for years, and you can see how miserable she and Dad are. Bobbies voice was sarcastic in the extreme, and Troy just stared at her.
And of course, she went on relentlessly, its much easier to say goodbye to your future wife on her parents front porch than in the privacy of your own home where you can hold her all you want.
Well, I guess you told me, Troy muttered good-naturedly, but Bobbie could see her words had affected him. They were quiet again while Bobbie brought in three more fish in quick succession.
How do you do that? Troy asked in some exasperation, but she only laughed. They talked on in close companionship for another few minutes before they were joined by Jeff.
He was unshaven and a little fuzzy around the edges. Bobbie didnt think she had ever seen him look so cute.
Good morning, Troy greeted him.
Hi. His voice was gravelly from lack of use.
Bobbie smiled. How did you sleep?