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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sylvia took one of the chairs by the desk, and even though Bobbie had things to do, she set her pencil aside and smiled at the stunning blonde.
How was your weekend? Sylvia wanted to know.
It was great. The weather was perfect and I know that Marcail had the time of her life. How were things here in town?
Pretty quiet, I think, although church was full. Sylvia hesitated a moment and then rushed on. Bobbie, theres something I need to say to you.
Bobbie smiled expectantly and waited.
Ive never apologized to you for the way I acted at the lagoon, but Im sorry. Im also sorry that its taken me this long to tell you. Sylvias face was flushed and Bobbie realized how difficult it must have been for Sylvia to hold that in all these years.
Thank you, Sylvia, Bobbie said simply and gave Sylvia a smile of such serenity that her fears of rejection drained away in an instant.
The women talked until Jeff returned. Sylvia told Bobbie about Pastors sermon and Bobbie shared with Sylvia about her niece and nephew. Their chatter was random, and how they chose those subjects was not clear. What was clear was there was no more constraint between them. They laughed and talked in a normal way, with none of the awkwardness that had been the hallmark of their previous conversations.
When Jeff finally came from the office to claim Sylvia, Bobbie bid her goodbye, feeling like she had a new friend. On the other hand, her old friend Jeff was still perplexed about something. She had seen it in his face when he had said goodbye to her. Bobbie began praying as soon as she went back to her work that God would open a door for them to talk.
Bobbie would have been surprised to know that Sylvia was praying for that very thing as she sat with Jeff in the hotel. Jeff was absorbed in some private distraction, and Sylvia, although not angry, was quite determined to find out if she was the cause.
How was work?
Fine. Jeff told her.
And your weekend?
Great, Jeff said softly, and warning bells went off in Sylvias mind.
You didnt say that very enthusiastically.
Didnt I? Jeff was truly surprised. He then went on to describe every detail of the camping experience, and Sylvia couldnt help but wonder if Jeff knew how his eyes softened just a bit whenever he mentioned Bobbies name. In fact he made it sound like an endearment.
Their supper together was relaxed, but when Jeff saw Sylvia home she was quiet. Jeff, who was equally silent, didnt seem to notice. Once at the house Jeff suddenly seemed to realize how preoccupied he had been.
Im sorry, Sylvia, I dont seem to be very good company tonight.
Its not happening for you, is it, Jeff?