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Ive never seen a dress as beautiful as Bobbies, Mrs. Walcott informed Jake. But then Ive never known a seamstress like your wife either.
She has a real gift. And you, Mrs. Walcott, have a gift for generosity with your home. This is twice in the same year youve let us invade, and we thank you.
Oh Jake, she said with a shake of her head, you must know the pleasures all mine. Im a lonely old woman, and your Maryannewell, lets just say this is a small thing in light of all she does for me.
They were joined by others, each complimenting Mrs. Walcott on her house and garden. Even though it was well into the fall, her yard was faithfully tended and still a showplace.
Jake listened with half an ear as Mrs. Walcott conversed. Having seen Rigg take Bobbie into the house and return without her, he had a keen premonition that Rigg was having one on the bridegroom. The thought made him smile, and at the same time he told himself he was not going to get involved, but he was going to keep his eyes open so not to miss any of the action.
Rigg couldnt have asked for a better lead-in if he had planned it. He was holding Gretchen, looking to all the world as innocent as could be, when he joined his parents, Jeff, Maryanne, Troy, Carla, and his brother Nate. He listened to their conversation in silence until Bill asked where Bobbie had gone.
I havent seen her lately, Troy answered.
I think she might have gone inside for something. Didnt I see her with you, Rigg? The conversation went on so swiftly that no one immediately noticed that Rigg hadnt answered Maryannes question.
Jeff was about to turn away from the group to look for his bride when he caught the slightest of smiles in his brothers eyes. Halting abruptly, Jeff leveled him with a stare.
Rigg? Jeffs voice was deep and serious.
Yes, Jeffrey? Rigg questioned him with a raise of his brow, and in that instant Jeffs suspicions stepped from doubt onto solid ground.
Where is she? Jeff asked, and tried not to smile. He noticed that Jake had suddenly joined the group, and his gaze swung to his new father-in-law, but Jakes look told Jeff he was not an accomplice.
Where is Bobbie? Youre not having trouble keeping track of your wife already, are you, Jeff? Rigg was shocked. Married these few hours and already apart? Thats not a good start, Jeff old man, not good at all.
Riggs words so closely echoed those of Jeffs at Riggs wedding that the groom shouted with laughter.
Theres just one difference, Rigg, Jeff said through his chuckles. If I know you, Bobbie is not going to escape from wherever you put her, as Kate did.