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He went to her house that evening just before supper, but Jake told him that Bobbie had gone to bed exhausted. Jeff determined to pin her down the next day at church, but she avoided him nicely, and when he went to her house on Sunday afternoon, Maryanne said she was at her sisters.
Feeling frustrated, Jeff left telling himself there was always tomorrow. And unless Bobbie had quit her job when he wasnt looking, she would have to face him at the office in the morning.
thirty-eight
Bobbies Sunday was miserable as she walked over half of Santa Rosa. Never had she handled anything so badly as her mistake with Jeff. Running from him was the worst thing she could do, but the blood drained from her face every time she thought of facing him with an apology, or working with him on a daily basis.
It was her thought life that had gotten her into trouble, of that she was positive. Very recently she had imagined herself kissing Jeff on more than one occasion, and when he had bent so close, Sylvia had been the farthest person from her mind. She hadnt even tried to stop herself.
Again Bobbie found herself having to confess how much she had enjoyed it. If only he hadnt fallen for Sylvia. Jeff was sure to marry Sylvia. If only, Bobbie thought, and then stopped herself. She would never keep going if her life was a series of if onlys.
There was no choice about her jobshe would have to quit, of course. Fear of running into Jeff kept her from going to see Mr. Taylor that very afternoon. Bobbie tried to push away the pain that returned again and again on her walk.
Maryanne had not lied to Jeff. Before going on a long walk to think and pray, Bobbie had gone to see her sister for a brief visit. In no less pain when she finally returned home, Bobbie had at least told God all she felt, and she knew what must be done.
Her parents had questioned her about being gone so long, but in fear of starting tears that would never stop, Bobbie had not answered. Neither Jake nor Maryanne had pushed the point, but they watched with concern as Bobbie played with her supper and ate no breakfast the following morning.
Bobbie, Maryanne stopped her daughter as she was headed out the door for work. If youre not feeling well, you can stay home.
I know, Mom, and I know youre wondering whats going on, but I just cant talk about it right now. I hope when I get home tonight Ill be able to explain everything.
Maryanne, feeling she had no choice but to accept her grown daughters answer, was very concerned. Ill be praying for you, Bobbie.