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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Seans eyes were shining with happiness and when Rigg finally hugged him, he held on tight. Being offered a home and a choice on a bedroom might have seemed a small thing to someone else but to a boy whose life had been so unsettled of late, it was a lifeline in a stormy sea.
As it was they all went upstairs together, a first for Kate and Sean. There were three bedrooms and Sean, surprisingly enough, chose the smallest. It had a large bed, dresser and a standing full length mirror.
Its cozy, he told them. And I like the view.
Sean planned to move his gear in the morning so they headed back to Kaitlins so she could get a sweater and then on to the farm. Rigg was careful to hide his disappointment once they arrived and found both Jeff and Gil gone. A friend of Jeffs, whod been away from the area had returned so he was at her house for supper. Gil, May informed Rigg, was coming back anytime. Hed just had some errands to run.
Rigg knew that his parents were suspicious with the way he and Kate asked Marcail to go for a walk but they stayed quiet even though they were more than a little curious.
How was your day, Marcail? Kate asked as Rigg sat quietly and watched them. The three had climbed into the loft in the barn.
It was okay. I wrote a letter to Loni and one to Father. I think you need to read the one to Father though, Katie, because I told him I want him to come home. I dont want to send it if you think it will hurt his feelings.
I can read it for you, Marc, but I got a letter today and Father said he wouldnt be coming until sometime after Christmas.
But Katie, Father said he was coming in the fall. The little girls face showed her disappointment and Kate didnt know what to say. Too much more of this and Marcail would begin to doubt her fathers honesty. As Kate searched for the right words to reassure her, Rigg stepped in and saved the moment.
Ive only known you for a few months, Marcail. But even though its only been since March, I really like being with you and talking with you. I can only imagine how much your father likes to be with you because hes known you your entire life.
You can believe, honey, that if he cant be here, its not because he doesnt want to be.
Marcail nodded and both adults could see she was relieved.
You know Katie, Marcail stated a moment later in a logical tone, you should marry Rigg, hes very nice. Marcails hand flew to her mouth as she stared in horror at her sister.
Im sorry Katie, Im so sorry.
Rigg rolled from his sitting position to lay in the straw, until he was nearly nose to nose with Marcail.