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The men, sure they were being pressed into service to clean the fish, were fascinated. Once the fillets were ready, Rigg and Kate worked together over a bowl of what Kaitlin said held secret ingredients. When the fish had been dipped, Jeff was put to work frying.
What is that for? The question came from Rigg who was watching Kate prepare Mays large roaster to go into the oven.
This recipe is best when the fish can bake after theyve been fried. It also gives us time to finish the rest of the meal.
Us? Rigg and Jeff chorused.
Of course, Kate stated with absolute calm. Rigg, you can start the rice and when youre done at the stove Jeff, you can shred that lettuce. Marc and I will fix this sauce and cut up the rest of the vegetables.
Marc, Rigg asked, wanting to know, has she always been this bossy?
Dont you answer that Marcail Donovan! her sister warned. It could get you into a lot of trouble.
Rigg gave Marcail a conspiratorial wink and a giggle escaped before she could stop it.
The table was set with two extra places and Kate fluttered around in a nervous dither as six oclock drew near. The smell of fish wafted its way through the house and if Nate said he was hungry once, he said it a half-dozen times.
Kaitlin had been pacing the living room when she glanced out the window and froze. Tears filled her eyes as she watched Joey walking beside his father toward the house. Bill came out of his chair and gave Kates cheek a kiss before going to greet their guests. May smiled and followed her husband.
Use this Kate, Rigg held his handkerchief out to Kaitlin. She quickly wiped her face.
How do I look?
Beautiful, Rigg answered sincerely.
No, really, do I look all right?
You look fine. Rigg shook his head at how satisfied she was with the word fine but Kate didnt notice. She was headed to the kitchen to check on supper.
Katie fixed supper tonight. Come on in and find a seat. It was Bills voice coming from the living room as he led Parker to the kitchen where Kate stood by the table.
Hello Mr. Parker.
His head bobbed in her direction and before too many minutes passed the whole family was seated and Bill was returning thanks for the food. The meal passed in mild pandemonium with everyone talking at once, or so it seemed.
Kates cooking was a great success and she was complimented many times over. She acknowledged those compliments absently because she couldnt take her eyes off Parker. His manners were impeccable. Hed brushed his hair away from his face and buttoned his shirt to the neck. Kate had fully expected him to eat as Joey had the first night, but other than his hands shaking occasionally, his manners were flawless.