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Youre repeating yourself, Dad. Im telling you that as soon as she comes back, Ill talk with her and get this whole thing worked out.
So youre the reason she wants to quit? Gilbert commented softly.
Not exactly, but my presence is making her uncomfortable. Im sure she plans on apologizing to me and then walking away. What she doesnt know is that Im not about to let her do that.
Bill and Gilbert were left staring at each other in confusion as Jeff walked out of the room.
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Jeff was next door when Bobbie came back. She went straight to her desk to work, wondering yet again when she would see him. Jeff returned to the shipping office knowing that his father was in his office and that Gilbert was in the back room. Praying that no customers would come in, Jeff approached Bobbies desk.
My dad tells me youre quitting.
Bobbie had of course seen him come in, and had waited quietly for him to take a seat. Jeffs plans to be completely alone with Bobbie for this confrontation went up in smoke. Discovering that she was quitting had sent him into something of a panic.
I had to, Jeff. I know you understand.
I understand a lot of things, but Im not sure you do. Jeff spoke softly from the chair in front of the desk.
I dont know what youre talking about.
Then its time you did. I think we have a lot to say to each otherthings we should have discussed a long time ago.
Thinking he wanted her to continue working, Bobbie gave him a negative shake of her head. Theres nothing to discuss, Jeff. Please just let me say what I need to say.
Jeff could see that she was not going to listen to reason until she could relate her feelings, so he folded his arms over his chest and waited.
I know how upset you must be, Bobbie began, seeing she finally had his attention. It was inexcusable of me to avoid you after what I did. Im sorry, Jeff, for my behavior at the Walcotts, and I hope youll forgive me. If you want, I can also apologize to Sylvia. If youd rather I not mention it to her, Ill understand.
Something squeezed around Jeffs heart at the vulnerable way Bobbie sat across from him and bared her soul; her face and voice told of her misery. She was so precious to him, and she had done exactly what he fearedmentally chastised herself for days over a kiss he had thoroughly enjoyed.
Jeff was suddenly desperate to hold her hand and be near her, certain that if he did, his touch and words would put everything right. They had always touched in a special kind of way, and it never occurred to Jeff that such an action would not be welcome at the moment.