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Troys absence from the house made it feel empty. Bobbies heart seemed a little empty too, and even though the void was not directly related to Troy, it did have something to do with seeing him and Carla stand before Pastor Keller and become husband and wife. Bobbie coveted the title of wife.
Unbidden, Jeffs face came to mind, and Bobbie shook her head to dispel the vision. Jeff belonged to Sylvia. He hadnt talked much about his dates with her lately, but Bobbie suspected they were becoming quite serious with the way Jeff seemed to be putting more and more space between himself and Bobbie.
Bobbie longed to talk with him, but knew she couldnt be close friends with a married man, and that it would be easier in the long run to start thinking of Jeff in that light right now.
What Bobbie didnt expect was that her feelings would be stronger than she was, and that the reception, held at one of the large homes where Maryanne worked, would end in humiliation for Bobbie.
I cant believe Mrs. Walcott let us use her home and garden. It was the fifth time Maryanne had made such a statement, and as before, Jake smiled to himself and kept quiet.
Do we have everything? Wheres Bobbie? What time is it? Jake was not given a chance to answer any of these questions, and actually he didnt even try.
Maryanne was quiet on the way to Walcotts, but as soon as they arrived she began giving orders like a woman possessed. Jake listened to her for a few minutes before stepping in.
Mary, he said softly, everything is going to be fine, and if you dont stop telling Bobbie to be in four places at once, shes going to run away.
Stopped short over her husbands words, Maryanne apologized to her daughter and prayed for calm. Things were a little smoother from that point on, and when the guests began to arrive, everything was in place.
The Walcott mansion was a tall, broad, two-story house with a backyard garden which was the envy of Santa Rosa residents. The kitchen and summer porch at the rear of the house made a garden reception a dream.
Tables and chairs were scattered all over the lush grass and faced the long tables set up outside the kitchen door for the finger foods, cakes, and fruit drinks. Guests could roam about at will or sit next to the flowerbeds, whose riotous colors only enhanced the occasion for which the church family was gathered.
Carla was radiant and Troys smile nearly stretched off his face as he stood beside his wife. The Johnsons mingled with Jake and Maryanne while Bobbie ran back and forth from the kitchen to the beautiful garden all afternoon.