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- Dear Marcail
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Those words were nearly her undoing. How easy it would be to run to the protective arms of her parents! And then Bobbie stopped short. She was done running a long time ago. She squared her shoulders with renewed purpose.
Thanks, Mom, I appreciate that. Kissing her mothers cheek, Bobbie headed toward the door and called over her shoulder, Ill see you tonight.
thirty-nine
You sure know how to avoid a man.
Bobbie started at the sound of Jeffs voice and felt her face flush. Overcome with regret, she didnt say anything for a few moments. A wonderful friendship had been ruined. They would never be comfortable with each other again, and it was all her fault.
That Jeff was extremely glad to see her was totally lost on Bobbie. Drowning in her own hurt, she failed to notice how Jeffs eyes sparkled with tenderness and warmth.
Bobbie
Please, Jeff, just let me say how
Hello, Jeff; hello, Bobbie. Bobbie was interrupted by Mays sudden entrance to the shipping office. She held Marcails hand, and Bobbie, without delay, forgot her own problems at the sight of the white-faced little girl.
It seems that Kaitlin chose today to have her baby, and I told Marcail it would be a good idea if she came here for a few hours.
Thats a great idea. Come over and have a chair, Marc. The words were spoken by Jeff, and with his hand on the little girls shoulder, she was escorted up to Bobbies desk.
May left quietly and a few minutes later Bill entered the office. Bobbie was speaking with Marcail and didnt hear the exchange between father and son, but when Bill went into his office Jeff suggested that Bobbie and Marcail take a ride with him.
Once in the wagon, Jeff and Bobbies eyes met over the top of Marcails head and it was with mutual, unspoken understanding that they decided to put their discussion off and concentrate on their young charge.
Marcail had said little, and as Jeff headed the wagon in the direction of the lagoon, Bobbie asked God to give her the words to comfort and help Marcail.
Kaitlin spat a sentence at Rigg in furious Hawaiian. It was the second time she had said it to him, and for the first time he was glad he couldnt speak the language.
I cant push anymore, Rigg, I just cant do it, Kate panted after the last hard contraction.
Rigg mopped her brow and kissed her cheek. No one had ever told him it would be like this. No one had ever mentioned that his wife would be in agony for hours and he would be powerless to help.