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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
One morning, the little boy said, the marshall came and took my Pa. Said hed hurt a woman. But he didnt do that, Miss Donovan. I know because hed been drinking and Pa cant hardly stand when hes been drinking, let alone go off in the woods and hurt somebody.
He didnt leave home all day, I told them that. But they wouldnt listen and when he was in jail I was the most scared Id ever been in my life. I hated staying by myself. Even if Pas passed-out drunk, I want him there. When they kept him a second night I snuck into town and slept outside his jail window.
Kate had no words for the sober confession from this child. She put her arms around him and held him close. Joey clung to her and Kaitlin begged God with a renewed burden to use her in the life of the boy.
While Kates relationship with Joey became stronger, the closeness shed always shared with Sean began to wane. It was heartbreaking for her but she knew the steps from boyhood to manhood were awkward and confusing. Some things you couldnt share with your sister.
Kate and Marcail were as close as ever, but Kate found herself dealing with an unexpected well of emotions over Marcails closeness to May. Kates heart asked God if nine was young enough to forget your real mother. It seemed that every week Marcail was with May she became more her daughter and less Theresa Donovans. What would Father say?
It wasnt that Kate didnt love Mayquite the oppositeshe thought the world of her. But she was also having to realize that a 20-year-olds need for a mother were quite different from a 9-year-olds.
And very recently, as with most things in Kaitlins world, she had talked to Rigg about it. They had grown closer just as Rigg had hoped and there werent many things they hadnt discussed. Sometimes in calm logic, other times at the tops of their voices.
The subject of Marcail was the most recent to come on the table and Rigg would never know how close Kate came to throwing her arms around him for his sensitivity.
It was Wednesday night. Rigg, Kate, Sean and Marcail were all walking home from mid-week service; Riggs wagon was undergoing repairs at the livery. When theyd arrived at the church Marcail had gone immediately to May and wrapped her arms around the older womans waist. To watch them youd think they hadnt seen each other for days.
On the way home Rigg seemed almost pensive as he walked at Kates side, Sean and Marcail far in front of them, kicking a can as they went.
Youre quiet, Kate commented.
Just thinking.
About? Rigg was usually very open, giving Kate the freedom to ask without feeling an intruder.
I was thinking about Marc and my mother and feeling rather thankful that your father cant see how little she seems to miss your mother.