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With Kates raise in pay from school and her final check, they were able to buy dress material. May planned to start sewing the very next week for her new little charge and Marcail couldnt stop talking about her new dress.
Kaitlin woke up Saturday morning with her new job on her mind. The day promised to be a relaxing one, with plans once again to go out to the Taylors for supper and to stay the night. The girls had done so many little things as the day progressed that they didnt get to the post office until they were on their way out to Taylors.
Rigg was driving them in his wagon and Sean and Marcail waited with him outside. When Kate exited the small building the smile shed been wearing on the way in had been replaced by a look of worry and almost fear.
Two letters had arrived. One from Aunt Maureen, the other from Father.
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The letter began Dear Children. Kate read out loud from her place near the creek, where she, Sean and Marcail had gone for privacy.
There is no way for me to express how helpless and angry I felt when you explained why you had to leave your aunts. Please know that Im glad you did. I was just about to write to you in San Francisco when your letter arrived from Santa Rosa. When I looked at the date you wrote, I know that God alone sped that letter to me.
I wish I could tell you that all is fine here, but in truth we have suffered a major disaster. Two days after my ship landed, the islands were hit by a hurricane. No lives were lost, but the damage is extensive.
If you write and tell me how badly you need me, Ill get on the next ship east, but I feel led to ask your permission to stay on here. I ask this in strong belief that you are doing well in your new surroundings. That isnt to say that we dont miss one anotherand if you say the word, Ill leave immediately.
I fear youll think Im telling you to be strong without meIm not. If you need me, Ill come straightaway. But if you are well then Ill probably stay on until fall or possibly longer. They need me here.
Can it only be a few months since we were together? I miss you until I dont think I can stand it. To return here without you or your mother has given new meaning to the word lonely. If youre thinking of coming back to Hawaii, do not. I still believe were to live there and I want you to wait for me.