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If things have not progressed this far in your relationship, let me know. But I think now is a good time to warn you that Ill not be coming in the fall, as Id hoped. It will be some time after Christmas.
Kate had to stop reading at this point. Her eyes had flooded with tears until she couldnt see the print.
She had been ready to deal with Father telling her not to get involved, something he hadnt done. But she wasnt ready to deal with his continued absence, even though he had warned them that it might be fall or later until he returned. Kate had not really believed him. She had not wanted to believe him. She needed him here.
There was no more doubt in Kaitlins mind as to whether or not Rigg was going to ask her to marry him; it was just a matter of time. But this was August! How could she ever tell him they had to wait until after Christmas to be married? And then there was still no guarantee that Father would be home. The letter said sometime after Christmas.
It also said do not hesitate. Kate pulled herself together and finished reading.
It hurts me to write this to you, but my reasons are joyful. There is tremendous revival going on here and the need for spiritual leadership is greater than ever.
When we left Hawaii I felt it would be good for the mission to be without me, and then in San Francisco I was not certain I could return as a ministering pastor. There are no words to describe my loneliness for you, but God is using me and I feel I must stay on.
Maureen has been in touch, she hopes well all be in San Francisco for the holidays. She will be keenly disappointed when I write her. Maybe you can see her? If not for Christmas, then possibly Thanksgiving. But do as you think best.
Having to communicate like this, with miles separating us, is difficult at best. I am praying for you as you knew I would be, and trusting God to guide your heart.
Give my love to Sean and Marcail.
Love,
Father
Kaitlin read the letter over a second time, knowing when she was finished, what her next course of action would be. This was what shed been praying for. The uncertainty was gone; she now knew what direction to take.
With the letter tucked safely into the pocket of her skirt, Kaitlin went to find her brother.
fifty-six
Kate found Sean on the loading dock at the back of the mercantile, preparing to leave for the night.
Sean. Kates voice was urgent. I need to talk with you.
Whats the matter?
I want you to help me talk with Rigg.
Sean eyed her with a curious look. You dont have any problem talking with Rigg. Whats up?