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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
I just think he should be here! School lets out in a month and Rigg wants me for more hours but it isnt going to be enough to pay the rent on that house and
Sean, he offered me a job at the mercantile, Kate cut into Seans angry tirade. He gaped at her.
Doing what? the boys voice was cautious.
The book work, up in the office. Kaitlin watched her brothers shoulders sag and understood for the first time, the pressure hed been putting himself under.
Sean, Kates voice was gentle. Were going to be fine. God is going to take care of us. He always has.
The words failed to comfort him as they had in past times but he was careful not to show his sister. He nodded and smiled at her and then Marcail came in and they talked, each one agreeing that Kate should take the job. As Kate closed up the schoolhouse, she couldnt help but wonder what the next few months would bring.
thirty-eight
The final month of school went by in a whirlwind of activities. Many of the families wanted to have the schoolteacher to dinner before summer break. Kaitlin, Sean and Marcail went to supper in ten different homes in two weeks. Exhausted, Kate was nevertheless bound and determined to put on an end-of-the-year program. The children were learning songs and poems and even writing pieces to share.
As the childrens big night drew near, Kaitlins nerves were fraying. Rigg was over at their house to finally give them the sack of groceries hed had on his desk for so long, and Kate looked ready to come apart at the seams.
What if no one comes? Kates voice was on the edge of panic.
Everyone will come, he assured her calmly.
You dont know that.
Yes I do. The people in this district love their children and theyll be there. Kate, try to calm down.
I am calm.
Rigg nearly laughed out loud. She was working very hard at being her prim and proper self while biting off every one of her nails.
Why dont the three of us go for a walk right after supper? Rigg asked the question with real enthusiasm but Marcail had just found some cookies in the bag of food and Kate was staring at the tabletop as though the secrets of life were written upon it.
Katie, may I have some of these?
Sure, Kate answered without even looking at Marcail who was holding up the cookies. Rigg knew in that instant how really exhausted she was. Supper was on the stove and shed just told Marcail she could have cookies.
Why dont you wait until after supper, Marc? Rigg asked softly, and the little girl nodded in agreement. Rigg then proceeded to put supper on.