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Yes, but thats all right.
The women worked on cups of tea and sandwiches in silence. When they did begin to speak it was about small thingsdress material that Maryanne had seen, how nice the gifts at the reception had been, and how quickly the summer had gone. When Bobbie had finished her sandwich and half of her tea she confided to her mother about what happened in the dining room at the Walcotts.
I think Im in love with him, Mom, but that doesnt give me the right to kiss him. I mean, he and Sylvia are seeing each other and I think they might get married. I told myself I would never run again, but Ive got to tell Bill Ill be looking for work somewhere else in town.
Maryanne was quiet. She was praying for words of comfort and Bobbie began to think she was upset.
Youre disappointed in me, arent you?
Oh, Bob, no! I dont know where you got such an idea. Im sitting here praying for you. I dont think you should have kissed Jeff, but everyone makes mistakes.
Maryannes voice lowered with intensity. You do understand that, dont you, Bobbie? Just confess this and go on, even if you have to find work elsewhere. Apologize to Jeff and then to the Lord. Ask Him to take you on from here.
Bobbie nodded in agreement. She was coming to the same conclusion, but she felt so badly about everything that she wasnt even sure how to pray most of the time.
Its too bad in some ways, Maryanne continued. You couldnt ask for a nicer boss. After youd gone upstairs this evening, he dropped by to tell you to take the morning off.
Youre right; Mr. Taylor is wonderful. And Im going to need the morning off after staying up all night.
My Bible is in the bedroom, Bobbie, and thats where I need to be. But tomorrow, before you go to work to talk to Jeff, read Romans eight, 26 and 27. Those are verses about prayer, and I suspect you need them right now.
Maryanne hugged Bobbie and headed up the stairs. Bobbie followed soon afterward, and this time, with a prayer in her heart for the coming events of the day, she fell asleep quickly.
Im glad you were here, Jeff, since my decision to leave was so sudden and I thought I would have to miss you.
Im glad too, Sylvia, and Ill be praying that you have a safe trip.
Thanks, Jeff.
Well, I guess this is goodbye. I dont plan to be back in Santa Rosa anytime soon. Youve been a true friend, Jeff, and Ill never forget you.
Jeff and Sylvia embraced in a final goodbye as Sandra came out of the stage office. Jeff stepped away to give the sisters some privacy. He stayed on the platform until the stage pulled away, waving when Sylvias head appeared in the window.