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Kate had talked to Marcail as theyd gone to bed and felt she was doing very well. Marcail was good about expressing her feelings. If something upset her, she usually talked about it or cried and then got on the road to getting over it or changing it. Kate envied her that trait.
Kate had a tendency to bury her hurts deep inside and when they tried to rear their ugly heads, she effectively pushed them right back down. Kate gave the appearance of handling upsets well, when in actuality she did not handle them at all.
It seemed there was much to pray about on this sunny morning and Kates hair was completely dry by the time she left the porch. Once in her room, she scooped the blue-black mass into her usual chignon and went downstairs to peel potatoes for lunch. She had Sunday dinner well under way, much to Mays delight, by the time the wagons pulled into the yard.
Did you have a restful morning?
Yes, I really did. I havent been alone in a long time and it felt good to sit and pray when it was so quiet. I also wrote a long letter to Father.
Rigg and Kaitlin were walking across the yard to the swing, where Marcail was sitting. Kaitlin had promised to come and talk with her after lunch. Rigg, not believing how much he missed having Kate with him in church, had followed her.
It felt good to tell him how were doing. I want to thank you again for giving me a job. I know its a burden off his heart to know were taking care of ourselves.
You dont need to thank me, Katie. I didnt make the offer out of charity. I need you. Something in his voice, on those last words, caused Kate to turn and look at him. But she didnt see anything out of the ordinary and her heartbeat slowed down.
Hi Katie, Marcail called to her from the swing.
Hi Marc.
Hi Mr. Riggs.
Hello Marcail. Youre holding on tight arent you?
Sure. Marcail looked surprised and Kate chuckled.
Whats so funny?
Im laughing because I still dont think you believe shes nine years old.
She is small.
Their voices were low and Marcail wasnt paying much attention to them anyhow.
Shes the picture of our mother who was very petite. Sean and I resemble Father. We appear to be stronger and sturdier but in actuality its Marc who has all the energy. In the morning she wakes up ready to go, and most nights I have to tell her to be quiet so I can go to sleep. Of course once she is asleep nothing could wake her. Im the same way.
Yes, I know.