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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Are you going to work here all the time? The question came from Marcail who was standing beside Bobbies desk in the shipping office. It was near closing time and Bobbie was filling out some papers and preparing to leave for the evening.
Well, Bobbie said slowly, for awhile.
Im not going to work here when I grow up. Im going to teach school like Katie.
Katie is your sister?
The little girl nodded. Her real name is Kaitlin. She used to be Kaitlin Donovan but now shes Kaitlin Riggs because she married Rigg.
And shes a schoolteacher?
Right. Shes my teacher and Seans too. Hes my brother. Hes 14.
Listening to all of this in thoughtful silence, Bobbie did not want Marcail to know that none of this was news to her. She had of course known Marshall Riggs, or at least of him, for years. And when he had married the schoolteacher, her mother had written and told her all about it.
Marcail was at Bobbies desk because Rigg was in the office with his father. They had come in a few minutes ago, and Marcail, who had already decided that Bobbie was very nice, had come straight to her desk to talk.
How was school today? Bobbie asked her young companion, who was regarding Bobbies long fingernails with dark, serious eyes.
It was fine. Katies pretty tired. She says its because of the baby. Have you ever had a baby?
No, Bobbie answered softly.
But youre an aunt?
Yes. My sister has five-year-old twins named Paige and Wesley.
Twins! Marcails eyes grew very round. Do you think Katie will have twins?
A deep chuckle sounded behind them and both ladies turned to see Rigg listening.
Im not sure you should say that to your sister, Marc. Shes so tired right now she cant think straight. Hello, Bobbie, Rigg continued. Youve grown up a little bit since I last saw you.
Bobbie smiled, almost mischievously. You look the same, Rigg. A bit happier, perhaps, which I suspect has something to do with your recent marriage. Allow me to offer my congratulations on your having acquired a wonderful sister-in-law. Bobbie winked at Marcail on these words.
Thank you, Rigg said as his own eyes began to sparkle. His father had said it was going to be fun having Bobbie around and he could already see why.
Oh, I guess I should also offer my best wishes, since you now have a wife, and a baby on the way. Bobbie said this as though it had just come to mind.
Rigg, caught up in the spirit of Bobbies teasing, bowed to her most formally and asked how the job was going.
Very well, thank you. Most of it is routine, but the code system your father uses, along with all the different faces and names of the customers, is going to take awhile for me to learn.