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Good evening, Mr. Parker. We were out at the Taylors. I hope we didnt keep Joey out too long. Forging right ahead, Kate continued, Mrs. Taylor gave Joey some old clothes that her boys have outgrown and I wanted to make sure you didnt have any objections.
Kate had walked closer as she talked and even though Rigg and Sean held their places by the wagon, they were watchful.
Kate stood about five feet from Parker now and waited. She noticed he looked a little better than he had before and wondered at the reason. When her statement went unanswered, she asked straight out.
Mr. Parker, may Joey keep the clothes?
The mans eyes moved over his son who stood next to Kate and then back to the men by the wagon. He looked at Kate a moment before speaking in a voice that sounded like it wasnt used much.
How much did she want?
She wanted to give them to Joey because her boys cant wear them.
He shrugged after a moment and then spoke again.
Sure. The answer, although brief, was enough. A smile broke across Joeys face.
I need to get home now, Joey. Ill see you later. Good evening, Mr. Parker. Kate had all she could take for the moment. This family needed so much and right now she was feeling too emotionally drained to deal with any more of it.
Kaitlin and Marcail waved from their seats in the wagon and Kaitlin was surprised when Sean and Rigg did too. Her heart felt like a heavy weight within her as she left Joey in that run-down home with no warmth or caring. And then the Lord reminded her that Parker had let him keep the clothes.
Kate praised God for this and thanked Him for Mays tenderness and generosity. She then began to pray for Parker. Kaitlin was so intent on her thoughts that it took a moment for her to realize when the wagon had stopped in front of her little house.
It was growing late. Both Sean and Rigg got down to help the girls. Sean took Marcail inside and Rigg stood next to the wagon with Kate in front of him.
You were a thousand miles away just then.
Not a thousand, only about two.
Joey, Rigg guessed correctly.
And Mr. Parker, Kate said softly. Her gaze centered on nothing in particular in the gathering darkness.
Riggs brows rose but he didnt question her. With Kates mind on Joey he wondered if shed even remembered his kiss. He couldnt get it out of his thoughts.
Do you suppose that Joey has ever told his father that he loves him?
I dont suppose hes given the boy much to love, Rigg answered honestly. Hes too young to understand that the drinking his father does is not his fault, and yet, in a manner of speaking, he is the one who gets blamed when Parker is drunk and abusive.