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- Dear Marcail
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Either way, that is not what the board decided. You were to get the money immediately. Rigg ran a distracted hand through his hair and spoke as though hed forgotten Kaitlins presence. Marcails shoes arent fit to wear and Seans pants are inches above his ankles. An instant later he glanced sharply down at her feet.
Let me see your shoes!
Theyre fine. Kate said quietly, but he was so upset that she lifted the front of her dress about an inch, thinking as she did that she would never tell him what was really needed in her own wardrobe.
His eyes were on her dress now and Kates chin jutted out, daring him to question her further. Wisely he took the warning.
All right Kate, I wont ask. But if you need something, I want you to go see my mom. Do you understand?
Kate gave him a curt nod and went inside to find Marcail. Rigg was on her heels, thinking as he did, that hed have to go to his father with this. He was too emotionally involved to go to Carson himself. He was certain to say or do something he knew would be displeasing to the Lord.
Look at these Katie, Marcail called to them as they walked toward her. Marcail was holding out a small pair of black leather boots. They laced to the top and had low heels.
Rigg of course recognized them as his best pair of childrens shoes so he carefully blocked Kaitlins hand when she tried to reach for the price tag.
You really should try these on, Marc. They look to be your size.
Maybe we should wait until next week. I mean, it might be better Kate stopped because no one was listening to her.
Oh Katie, arent they pretty?
Kate nodded lamely, having just checked the price on a pair still sitting on the shelf. How could she ever tell her that they cost too much?
You know, Rigg was saying, I dont think theres any reason why Marc cant have these now. Like you said, payday is next week. Rigg said this knowing that between now and then hed figure out a way to keep her from paying.
Kaitlin was shaking her head and trying to signal him but Rigg continued to lace Marcails shoe as though he had all the time in the world. In the next instant Marcail was on her feet moving around as if shed just discovered walking.
We cant, Kate was whispering furiously as she pulled on Riggs arm, finally gaining his attention. We cant afford those Rigg! She should never have put them on! Just look at her! Shell never want to take them off!
Kate was so intent upon Marcail that she didnt notice Rigg grinning at her.
Marc, I need to talk with you. Kates voice was concerned but Marcail didnt notice.