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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Right. Kate was relieved that that was all she had to say; it was all she could say.
And you never know, Marc, Sean went on. Maybe Father will like Santa Rosa enough to want to stay.
Marcail looked very satisfied and Kate put her face against Seans shoulder to cover her tears. She couldnt stand the thought that Marcail would be hurt by her relationship with Rigg. The thought of being separated from her siblings, even if it meant a lifetime with Rigg, was more than she could deal with at the moment.
Are you all right Katie? Marcail asked softly.
Yes.
Katie, where would we live if you married Rigg?
Kates tears came harder and Sean kept still as she wet his shirt sleeve.
You know, he said finally, maybe were jumping the gun here. He hasnt asked heror has he, Kate?
No. Kate sniffed and then complained, I dont know whats the matter with me these days. All I do is cry.
Thats okay, Sean said. Rigg calls it a late reaction. As least thats what he said when I told him I hadnt cried much about Mother. He said sometimes we dont need to cry and then we find ourselves crying nonstop.
Sean was so sweet with Kate that she only felt worse and suddenly very tired. A few minutes later Rigg climbed up to join them and Sean eased away from his sister. Her head fell against her outstretched arm and for the first time Sean saw she was asleep.
Sean stood and looked down at her and then at Rigg. Whispering, he asked Marcail if she wanted to come, but she shook her head no. Rigg and Marcail watched him leave and then Rigg motioned for Marcail to join him where he sat against the barn wall.
Was Katie crying? Rigg immediately asked, still speaking in hushed tones.
Yes she was. It almost made me cry too.
That would have been okay, Rigg assured her.
I dont like to cry, it makes my head hurt and sometimes I throw up. Her admission was so honest, her face so creased by her frown that Rigg couldnt help smiling. He adored this little girl.
Tears arent ever fun but theyre sometimes very needed. Were Katies needed?
I think so. Rigg, are you going to marry Katie?
Riggs eyes went to Kaitlins sleeping form. He couldnt see her face but knew she was out cold. I dont think it would be right to talk to anyone about that before Ive talked with Katie. Do you know what I mean?
Yes. They fell silent again and then Marcail had another question. Does the man always ask?
The girl to marry him, you mean?
Right. Can the girl ask the boy?
I guess so. Its tradition for the man to ask and from everything Ive heard, most people like it that way.
Do you?