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Rigg, are you really trying to tell me you didnt notice that mass of blonde hair and those huge blue eyes? Kaitlins voice told him she wouldnt believe him no matter what he said.
Sylvia is very pretty, Rigg said, his voice full of logic. But my tastes run to Irish girls, black hair, eyes as soft and brown as pansies and stubborn chins.
Another wagon was coming toward them or Kate would have thrown her arms around Rigg. He had meant every word.
I love you Rigg. Kate was feeling so emotional that the words were not in English.
Are you going to translate that for me?
Kate shook her head. Just trust that I meant it. Those words werent in English either, but Rigg could tell by the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice that he was loved.
Now if you will come into the living room, May said with barely contained excitement, your father and I have something to tell you.
Rigg and Kate exchanged a glance and seated themselves on the sofa.
Weve been discussing a wedding gift for you. I think weve just the right thing. We want to fix up Riggs housethe cost will be on us! Well paint, wallpaper and make new curtains. We also want to replace any of the rugs that are worn, such as the one in the living room.
I figured we would need to do most of it after the wedding but well start in the bedroom and see how far we can get. What do you think?
Rigg leaned forward on the sofa to see Kaitlins face. She looked worried.
Katie? When Rigg spoke her name she looked at him.
Rigg, have I said something to make you think your home isnt suitable?
Oh no, Katie, having heard the question, Bill broke in. We know you would live there without a single complaint but things are showing their age and its nice to start out with a few new things.
Is it all right with you? Kate asked Rigg. I mean, its your house and if youd rather things were left alone
Its our house and I like the idea. I probably wont be much help in the color selection but whatever you and Mom come up with will be fine.
Well, its all settled, May beamed. Come in the kitchen Kate and Ill show you some fabric I picked up yesterday.
Rigg looked at his father after the women left. Gil was sprawled in a chair with the newspaper but Rigg knew he was the soul of discretion.
How long did it take for Mom to start thinking of your things as hers? And money . . . how long did it take for Mom to get comfortable enough to say she needed some money?