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Kate stopped Rigg with a hand on his arm. Oh Rigg, she whispered, Ive agonized over this. Please dont get me wrong. I adore May. But I cant believe Marc has forgotten Mother. I tell myself that Mother isnt here and May is but it doesnt make it any easier and I dont dare say anything to Marc.
Kaitlin, I wish youd have come to me. I just noticed it this evening.
Ive been seeing it for a few weeks. And just this week when Sean and I both had to work, I told Marc to write to Father because May always has ink and paper handy. But when I picked her up she said shed been too busy cleaning house with your mom.
Im trying to remember how young she is but Kate shrugged helplessly and Rigg reached for her hand. They walked that way for a time and Kate reveled in the comfort she found in the simple act of having her hand swallowed up in Riggs. They were both disappointed when Sean and Marcail stood still and waited for them to catch up, causing them to let go of each others hands.
Once at the house Sean didnt wait around but headed straight for Riggs. Marcail went in to ready for bed and Rigg lingered outside, as always, reluctant to leave Kaitlin.
You havent heard from your father lately, have you?
No. Im expecting a letter soon though. I always pray when I send mine that God will speed it to him but Im afraid service to the island usually takes a while. Why do you ask?
I guess I was just wondering if youd ever mentioned me to your father and if you did, what he had to say?
Ive written about you, yes, Kate replied carefully, remembering how in her last letter shed told Father that she thought she loved this man. But like I said, Im waiting to hear from him now.
Has your father ever mentioned where he wants to live once he returns? The question was a study in casualness but Kate wasnt fooled.
As a matter of fact, I brought that subject up in my last letter. Like I said Im
Waiting to hear, Rigg finished for her, his eyes on hers, serious and intent. I hope you understand Kaitlin, I cant just let you walk away.
Kate understood very well but could find nothing to say in response. She watched Rigg step close and let him take her hand once again. They stood for a moment, enjoying one another without words. Finally Rigg gave her hand a small squeeze and spoke.
Good night, Kate-love. Ill see you in the morning.
Kate was sure she could still feel his hand holding hers long after hed disappeared into the dark.
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Did we really agree to do this? Kaitlin asked Marcail as they readied for church the next Sunday.