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It took him a moment to understand Sylvia as she gazed at him with her heart in her eyes. A look of profound remorse passed over Jeffs features and Sylvia did her best to smile.
Its all right, Jeff. You cant force something you dont feel.
I do care for you, Sylvia.
I know you do, she said with soft regret. I also know that theres someone who already holds your heart, and I wonder when youre going to open your eyes and see that.
Without giving Jeff a chance to speak, Sylvia went up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Goodbye, Jeff.
Jeff didnt move or reply even after Sylvia went into her sisters house and shut the door. He stood motionless for the space of a few heartbeats.
My eyes are open, Sylvia. Jeffs voice was hushed as he walked away from the house. But hers arent, and I dont know what to do about that.
Sylvia leaned against the closed door and shut her eyes tightly. Its time for me to go home.
Sylvia, is that you already?
Its me.
How was your date? Sandra asked kindly as Sylvia joined her in the empty living room.
It was fine. Sylvias voice was quiet. But I wont be seeing Jeff again.
Sandra was silent as she digested this new information. A few months ago she would have scathingly asked what Sylvia had done this time to drive Jeff away. But Sylvias sudden maturity made this question unnecessary.
Are you all right? the older woman finally asked.
I will be. I think I should tell you now that Ive decided to go home in a few weeks.
So soon? The question alone spoke volumes as to the changes Sandra and Carl had seen in Sylvia since she returned from Aunt Velvets.
Sylvia could only nod and the women shared an embrace. It had been a long time coming, but Sylvia Weber was finally growing up.
thirty-seven
The next four weeks were taken up with preparations for Troys wedding and his moving into the small house that Kaitlin and Marcail had lived in when they first arrived in Santa Rosa. Carla had been ecstatic to find that it was free to rent just two weeks before the date. The church reception was not planned until three weeks after the wedding, so Maryanne and Mrs. Johnson dug into their attics and trunks to find needed household goods.
It was a rather ragtag collection of bedding and kitchen supplies when it was put together, but Troy and Carla only had eyes for each other.
With only the Johnsons, Bradfords, and Pastor Keller in attendance, the ceremony was as simple and quiet as the young couple hoped it would be. The newlyweds were headed a few hours north for their honeymoon.