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Jeff was thoughtful. It certainly wasnt the first time hed thought of Roberta Bradford. In fact, he wished shed come home years ago. But never did he picture himself working with her six days a week. And how would she feel about it?
A few minutes of silence elapsed and then Jeff spoke with quiet conviction. I hope weve all done a good deal of growing up in the last five years. I cant say as I ever imagined myself working side by side with Bobbie, but I would like to see her. I dont really have a problem with her working here, but she might.
Thats true. But if it doesnt bother you, then Ill ask Jake for her address.
I think thats fine. Shes obviously an answer to prayer, and I mean it when I say it will be good to see her again.
Kaitlin sat down in the living room to reread her fathers letter. It was a letter of joy. There was tremendous revival going on in the islands and, understandably, that was almost all her father could talk about.
He explained that his return would be delayed for an indefinite period of time and although Kate was disappointed, she was also accepting of the fact that he needed to stay in Hawaii. She shifted on the sofa to a more comfortable position and kept reading.
Did the baby move?
Oh Rigg, Kate laughed. Your mother tells me I wont feel that for a long time.
I guess not, Rigg admitted softly and Kate smiled at him before going back to her fathers letter which, unfortunately, told them he would be delayed again.
Did the baby move, Kate? Marcail had heard the question from the kitchen and Kaitlins reading was interrupted once again.
No, Rigg answered. And if we dont leave her alone, were going to drive Kate out of the house.
Riggs statement wasnt too far from the truth. Rigg had been thrilled with the news that they were expecting and whenever he and Kate were in the same room, he could be found measuring his wifes waist with the span of his fingertips.
Marcail had been a different sort of problem. For a solid week after hearing the news, she had stared at Kaitlins stomach. The question Kate had been awaiting came a week later. Kate remembered so clearly when her mother had explained the mysteries of conception and birth to her.
But Marcail had more questions at nine than Kate had had at 14. After an hour-and-a-half of intense conversation, there wasnt much that Marcail didnt know. Kate had recounted their conversation to Rigg and hed been very practical about the whole thing; telling her that Marcail had obviously been ready and that explaining the facts to her was the best possible move.
Seans reaction had been much briefer.
Good grief, Kate! Already?