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  "Is it really so important, Jeff, to be with someone good-looking? I mean, do good looks mean that much to you that you need to find something about me that's attractive?" Bobbie could see that she had shocked him, but she kept her eyes on his and could tell he was thinking.

  ''i think you're right. I do put too much stock on good looks. If I hurt you just then, I'm sorry."

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  "Oh, don't apologize Jeff, or feel bad." Bobbie's voice grew dry, but her eyes were sparkling. "You're just a teenage boy and they usually don't know any better."

  Jeff looked shocked again, and then let his head fall back against the tree and laughed--a deep-down laugh that came from the pit of his stomach and nearly made it ache.

  They talked undisturbed for the next half-hour. Jeff couldn't believe what a good time he was having. Roerta Bradford was a lot of fun. He had even managed to forget Sylvia, until he looked up to see her and Richard headed their way.

  "My, but there's a lot of laughter going on over here."

  Sylvia's mouth was smiling but her eyes weren't. "Yeah, Jeff, how's the long straw?"

  Jeff leveled Richard with a look that was almost dangerous. The other boy knew he had overstepped his bounds and immediately shut his mouth. Sylvia wasn't so tactful.

  "Oh, come now, Jeff. Don't get so mad. I'm sure Bobie understands that you wouldn't have brought her if you'd had a choice."

  Once again Jeff's furious eyes were directed at Richard, now knowing that he had told Sylvia what they had done in the barn. Jeff then looked to the young woman with whom he believed himself to be in love. She had never had Jeff angry with her before, and it was almost frightening. When Richard pulled on her hand she left the other couple willingly. No one noticed that Bobbie's face had lost all color.

  "What did Richard mean, Jeff?" Bobbie asked softly. "It's nothing, Bobbie. Forget it."

  "That's not true, Jeff, or you'd be looking me in the eye."

  Jeff didn't answer, and Bobbie heard Richard's words again in her mind: "The long straw."

  "You drew straws to see who would ask me, didn't you, Jeff?" Two other couples were close now, and when Jeff still wouldn't look at her, Bobbie's eyes traveled to the others.

  ;They all know,' she realized in an instant as their eyes regarded her with embarrassment and pity.

  "I'm not feeling very well, Jeff. I'd really like it if you'd take me home."

  "We haven't gone boating yet," Jeff said almost desperately, seeing how quickly the afternoon was about to be ruined. "See, all the boats are stacked over there waiting. All the families will be arriving in about a half-hour."

  "You're welcome to come back and go boating, Jeff, but the truth is, I'm not feeling so well. I want to go home."

  When Jeff made no move to comply, Bobbie turned and walked away from him. It took a moment before he could see she was going to walk home. He ran and stopped her with a hand on her arm.

  "Bobbie, do you really want to leave?"

  "Did you really draw straws or am I jumping to conclusions?"

  "We drew straws." The words were fraught with shame.

  "For all the girls or just me?"

  Jeff swallowed convulsively. "Just you."

  "Please take me home."

  Jeff nodded. "'Wait here while I hitch the horses." Bobbie stood stock-still as Jeff went to get the wagon and to tell Pastor they were leaving. She didn't even acknowledge Angie when she called to her. She climbed

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  into the wagon as soon as Jeff stopped beside her, even before he could help her.

  On the ride home the silence became oppressive. Jeff didn't know what to say. Sorry wasn't enough. He found himself begging God to turn back the hands of time and let him live the last three weeks over; he promised he would do better.

  There was no one home at the Bradfords. Bobbie told Jeff goodbye and went inside. Jeff sat in the wagon for a time, not sure whether to head home or to the lagoon. He finally opted for home. He knew he was going to be in more trouble than he had ever been in his life. But even if he was waiting to kill him, Jeff Taylor had to see his father.

  Jeff, how could you?" The question came from his mother and her faced mirrored the torment within. "Maryanne Bradford bought dress material with money she didn't have to make this day special! I don't even know why I said that, Jeff; no one should receive the treatment that you gave Bobbie!"

  Jeff didn't respond. He stood by the fireplace and let his mother's angry voice rain down on him.

  It hadn't taken very long for the story to circulate among the group at the lagoon, which didn't say much for the congregation's ability to refrain from gossip. Understandably, neither the Taylors nor the Bradfords stayed for the boating.

  Jeff had not waited long for his family to arrive back at the house. Gilbert and Nathan had discreetly disap peared and Jeff faced his parents alone. Bill said nothing as May berated her son.

  "Your actions of the past weeks make perfect sense nowmyour waiting until the last minute to ask. Bobbie and then doing so as though you were going to your own

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  hanging." May continued to point out Jef/'s faults, end ing with the fact that he had deceived everyone, not just Bobbie. A moment later a look of silent communication passed between husband and wife and May exited the room.

  "Sit down, Jeff," Bill said, once his wife was gone. Jeff sat on the sofa but could not get comfortable. He shifted several times even as his father pulled the rocker close in front of him.

  "I want you to tell me everything."

  Jeff did just that, beginning with the boys' conversa tion in the yard and the drawing of straws in the barn, to the moment he dropped Bobbie at her house and came directly home himself.

  "You mean to tell me that Richard and Sylvia came right up to you and Bobbie and called her the 'long straw'?" Bill's voice reflected his amazement.

  Jeff's eyes filled with tears and his shoulders began to shake. "You should have seen her face, Dad; she was crushed. And it's all my fault. I wanted to have Sylvia all to myself and I was willing to do anything---" Jeff's voice broke and he began to sob in earnest.

  Bill joined him on the couch, and with his arm around his errant son, he listened as Jeff shared everything he was feeling and cried himself into near-exhaustion.

  They talked for the better part of two hours and then prayed together. Jeff confessed his selfish, deceitful actions and then listened in surprise as Bill confessed his lack of attention to his oldest biological son. Bill went on to pray for wisdom for Jeff when he apologized to Bobbie and her family as well as wisdom for himself when he went to see Richard and then Sylvia. Father and son were more than a little drained at the end of the prayer.

  "Do you think I should go tonight?"

  "No, son, I think you need to get some rest. You can

  see Bobbie in the morning."

  "Thanks, Dad."

  "I love you, Jeff." The men embraced and then Jeff took himself off to bed. He was up early, but not being sure when the Bradfords would be up and about, he waited until 8:30 to go over. When he arrived, a sober Mr. Bradford informed him that Bobbie had left on the morning stage. She planned to visit her aunt and uncle for the remainder of the summer.

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  Jenner, California January 2, 1872

  "Have you got everything?"

  "Yes, Aunt Joanne, I've got everything." Roberta Bradford uttered the words indulgently; it was the fifth time she had been asked.

  "Oh honey," the older woman cried softly, and hugged

  Bobbie to herself. "What are we going to do without you?" "You'll be fine."

  "Is it wrong for me to pray that Cleve convinces you?" Bobbie opened her mouth to say something but closed it again; she wasn't sure she wanted to touch that one. Thankful that Cleveland Ramsey had not come to see her off, Bobbie turned away from her aunt to face her Uncle Jasper. He was a replica of her father both in looks and perso
nality, a quiet rock of support. But today he had tears in his eyes. Seeing them, Bobbie's own tears came very close to the surface.

  "What can I say?" Bobbie said softly. Her uncle shook his head and enfolded her in his arms.

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  The stage pulled in a few minutes later and Bobbie's bags were thrown into the back. She gave her beloved aunt and uncle one last hug and this time the tears could not be stemmed. She waved from the stage window, her eyes still streaming as the stage pulled away.

  Bobbie was thankful she had the interior to herself. She allowed herself a good cry and then let her head fall back against the seat, her thoughts drifting to the past and then jumping to the future in rapid succession.

  Five years. She had actually been away from home for over five years. It didn't feel that long, not while it was passing, and not even now that it was over.

  There had been talk over those years of her returning to Santa Rosa, but the plans were always delayed. At one point when she had been away three years, her parents had decided it was time she come home, but Uncle Jasper had fallen ill, making her presence at the shipping office crucial. No matter how many times she asked herself how the years had slipped by, no answer came. She really loved living in Jenner and she had been so young when she left Santa Rosa--a little girl in so many ways.

  But she wasn't a little girl now. She was a woman, headed back to take a job at the Taylors' office--a job she could walk into with confidence because of her experi ence. Bobble knew her aunt and uncle's shipping office was nowhere near as busy as the Taylors' in Santa Rosa, but she knew the routine, how to handle packages and treat the customers as well.

  And she would be working with the Taylors. Mr. Taylor had given a full explanation as to why they needed her. Business had picked up to the point that May needed a rest. Bobbie was to take her place and her fellow employees would be Jeff, Gilbert, and sometimes Nate.

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  Jeff. A myriad of emotions flooded through Bobbie at the thought of Jeffrey Taylor, but none were anger or bitterness. They'd had no contact over the years except one note; Bobbie still had it. She had received it in the fall after that awful summer when he had obviously under stood that she was not coming back for the next school year. It had been very brief, four short words, but they had meant the world to her: "I'm sorry, Bobbie, Jeff."

  She hadn't replied and it hadn't changed the hurt, but it helped to know that he regretted the way he had treated her. At the time she received it, she hoped he was suffering too. But the next summer all of that changed when, for the first time, Bobbie truly listened to the man who was preaching at the front of the church she was in and Bobbie understood that she was a sinner.

  When she was very young the man in the pulpit had never taught anything but God's love. And then the Bradford family started attending Pastor Keller's church and he had the courage to tell people that they must be born again, that without the saving blood of Jesus Christ they would not live forever with God. But Bobbie hadn't believed Pastor Keller.

  She agreed with her first pastor, a man whose name she couldn't even remember, that God was a God of love. She didn't believe He would ever send anyone good to hell. And then it became very clear to Bobbie as she studied the Bible that God didn't send anyone to hell. It was man's choice, her choice--Roberta Bradford's--as to where she spent her eternity.

  With Bobbie's belief in Jesus Christ came a new out look on everything, especially the way she had been treated at the lagoon. The weight of bitterness was lifted from Bobbie as She studied the Word of God with her aunt and uncle. As she did, she learned that there was no

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  room for unforgiveness in the heart of a Christian who desired to serve God with her whole heart.

  Bobbie's drifting thoughts were interrupted again and again as the stage stopped and other passengers boarded or disembarked. It was well into the evening when a very tired young woman finally arrived in Santa Rosa. It felt wonderful to stretch her legs. As Bobbie set out on the walk home, she was also thankful that the skies were clear. Her fatigue fell away as she passed well-known sights--the post office, Riggs Mercantile, the barber shop--each one familiar and beloved even in the rapidly descending darkness.

  Spotting her house, Bobbie began to run. Her parents were not expecting her for two more days, but they wouldn't be sorry to see her now. Bobbie stopped just short of throwing open the door. Drawing in a deep breath, she put her bags down. She rapped hard and stood still, telling herself to breathe as she waited.

  Maryanne, never dreaming her daughter would arrive early, wished she had brought a lantern with her to the door so she could see who was on her front step.

  "Who is it, Mary?" Jake called from somewhere in the living room.

  "Tell him it,s Bobbie," Bobbie said softly before her mother could make a sound, and then Bobbie watched her mother dissolve into tears. She didn't move to touch her daughter or try to speak to her; she couldn't. She cried uncontrollably in a way that she hadn't for over five years.

  Jake came on the scene to find his daughter's arms around his wife, attempting to comfort her and stop her tears. Jake added his own tears as his arms went around both of his girls, and the three of them stood still, no one noticing the cold air coming in from the open door.

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  "Mom, try to stop," Bobbie pleaded.

  "Come and sit down, Mary." Jake led his wife to the sofa and sat on one side of her. Bobbie quickly retrieved her bags from the porch and closed the front door. Not noticing that the house looked wonderful, her attention was centered wholly on her distraught mother.

  "I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have surprised you," Bobbie said as she sat on the sofa next to her mother. The words were like cold water in the face of the distressed woman.

  "Oh Bobbie, no," she choked out. "I'm just so glad to see you and it's been so long." She cried some more but was finally gaining some control. Bobbie glanced over to

  see her father grinning at her. She smiled back. "Welcome home."

  "Thanks." Bobbie's smile nearly stretched off her face.

  "Stand up and let me look at you." Bobbie complied and stood quietly for his inspection.

  "Have I changed?" Bobbie asked the question with exaggerated innocence and her father chuckled.

  "You're not much taller but there's definitely more to you." Jake Bradford's eyes sparkled and it was Bobbie's turn to chuckle.

  "Well, I got my wish and finally developed in the front but the Lord was overly generous in the back." Bobbie's voice was dry.

  Jake laughed in earnest then. The Bradford women were notorious for having smaller bustlines and larger posteriors.

  "Don't you fret, Bobbie. You've got a nice figure, just like your mother's, and she's got a great"

  "Jacob!" Maryanne spoke sharply, and both husband and daughter laughed. Maryanne patted the sofa and

  Bobbie sat on the edge, turning to face her mother, who lay back against the cushions.

  "Look at you," she breathed as she gazed into her daughter's face. "Why didn't we ever think to cut your hair? Just look at those dark blonde curls," Maryanne said with a small shake of her head. Bobbie only shrugged and smiled.

  In truth her hair was darling, cut short all around her head and so curly. It was a natural curl that simply hadn't had a chance against the weight of Bobbie's previous longer style. The frames on Bobbie's glasses were a little different now, but other than the hair and glasses, she was very much the same. Her mouth still smiled just as easily and her eyes were still a beautiful deep green.

  "Where's Troy?" Bobbie asked quickly when it looked

  as though her mother would cry again.

  "On a date."

  Bobbie's parents took great delight over the way their

  daughter's mouth dropped open.

  ' date?"

  "That's right. He'll be home pretty soon."

  "Why didn't anyone mention this in their letters?" "It just happen
ed," Jake informed her with a smile. Bobbie had a thousand questions then, and before her parents could answer them all, Troy walked in. He was a good six inches taller than she was and even had a mustache. Bobbie could only stare at her 18-year-old brother. Troy stared back.

  "Hi, Bobbie," the young man finally said, his voice as deep as Jake's.

  "Hi, brat," Bobbie said fondly. Another moment passed and then Troy grabbed her and squeezed her tight. They laughed and talked nonstop for the next hour before

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  Bobbie told her family she was going to be too tired to walk the stairs if she didn't go to bed.

  "Have you told her about our plans for the weekend?" Troy said softly as his sister started out of the room.

  "No," Jake said when he was sure she couldn't hear. "I thought I'd surprise her over breakfast."

  The three remaining in the living room shared a conspiratorial grin and then sat in silence and listened to the floor creak above them as Bobbie readied for bed. Marynne couldn't remember when anything sounded so sweet.

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  "It'sabout time you got up." Bobbie was greeted by her brother's voice and she smiled sleepily at him.

  "I'd forgotten how soft that bed was," Bobbie commented as she poured herself a cup of coffee and joined him at the kitchen table. "Where is everyone?"

  "Dad's working and Mom ran uptown. She thought you might want to go but decided to let you sleep."

  Bobbie moved from the table and began to fix herself some breakfast. She had eggs in the pan when she asked Troy a question that had been on her mind since last night.

  "So tell me, Troy, how long have you been seeing Carla Johnson?"

  "Yesterday was the third time."

  "Where do you and Carla usually go?'"

  "Last night her folks asked me to supper and then we played a game. The times before that we just went for a walk."

  Bobbie grinned and they continued to talk. There wasn't really much catching up to do, since they had all kept as close as the mail would allow.