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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Bobbie prayed for just such a peace several hours later. Supper was over and it was quite dark. Everyone was in his bedroll. Marcail was sound asleep beside her, but slumber simply would not come for Bobbie. Replaying the scene from the creek again and again in her mind, the words of a friend from church spoken weeks before haunted her.
Bobbie, if youre not going to marry Jeffrey Taylor, let him go so one of us can.
Bobbie had laughed and made some remark that made the whole group of girls roar, but Bobbie didnt feel like laughing now. Earlier in the afternoon Bobbie and Jeff had talked about his date with Sylvia.
We had fun, Jeff had told her. Sylvia has changed lately, and we talked about things weve never discussed before. We have another date Monday night.
Bobbie had been glad for him. She knew from Jeffs own admission how badly he felt about not seeing her, but they both had known it was for the best. The only person who hadnt known was Sylvia. Jeff and Bobbie had both prayed she would come to a peace about that. Now it seemed Sylvia had.
It also seemed that Jeff and Sylvia were going to be seeing each other again, and in Bobbies mind that could only mean matrimony. But if that were the case, then why had Jeff talked to her and touched her as though she were someone special? Not just special, but special?
This and many other questions kept Bobbie awake far into the night. The next morning she was so sleepy that she figured it must have been the wee morning hours before sleep finally claimed her.
She was by nature a morning person, but today all she did for the first half-hour was sit and stare into her coffee cup. She heard the teasing remarks from her family and Jeff, but all she could do was smile.
Are you all right? The question came from her father after Troy and Jeff went to the creek to clean up.
Just tired.
I heard you tossing in the wagon for quite awhile.
I hope I didnt keep you awake.
No. You want to talk?
Bobbies voice dropped as she answered. Not when we might be interrupted, but thanks.
Jake followed his daughters gaze and they both watched Marcail approach. She was having the time of her young life.
Do we really have to go back today, Bobbie? were the first words from her mouth.
Im afraid so, Marcail. Jake answered for Bobbie, who was still pretty fuzzy around the edges.
I take it youve had fun, Bobbie finally said.
Marcail didnt answer, but smiled at Bobbie and Jake with the shy smile which came over her face when she was at a loss for words.