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- About the Author
Something tells me youll catch on with no trouble at all. We better go, Marc, so we can help with supper.
Bye, Bobbie. Maybe Ill see you tomorrow.
Ill look forward to it, Bobbie told Marcail as she walked them to the door.
The clock on the wall told her it was past closing time, so Bobbie put the sign out and shut the front door. With the sun sinking rapidly it was growing chilly outside. Bobbie thought she best get home before it grew much darker.
Mr. Taylor, Bobbie called softly through his office door, Im going to go now. Ill see you in the morning.
The door opened before she could walk away and Bill stepped out. Thanks, Bobbie, for all your work.
It was my pleasure. Do you want me at the same time tomorrow?
Yes. I think you should plan on working the same hours as you did today, except for Saturdays. Some of those youll have off and on others youll work until noon. And of course were closed on Sunday.
Bobbie looked a little surprised to learn she would have some Saturdays off. Bill figured she was used to working an office where there was little or no help at all and having to put in ten-hour days for at least six and possibly seven days a week.
All right, Mr. Taylor. Ill see you in the morning. Good night.
Good night, Bobbie.
Bobbies step was light as she walked the distance home. It had been a long day, but she was pleased with her work and believed her employer to be also. Still praying and thanking God for the way He provides and cares, Bobbie walked up the steps of her house.
Rigg and Marcail headed right home as planned and entered the warmth of the house through the back door. This put them in the kitchen, where they hung their coats on hooks and then moved to help Kaitlin with supper.
Sean, who lived with his sister and brother-in-law, just as Marcail did, was nowhere to be seen. Marcail assumed his job and set the table. Kaitlin was stirring over a large pot and Rigg slipped his arms around her for a brief moment.
Let me do this.
Kate surrendered the spoon easily. Thanks, Rigg. Did you guys see Sean?
Isnt he here? Riggs face darkened with concern and some suspicion.
No. I think he said he had to work today.
Riggs face clouded with very real anger and his wife put her hand on his arm.
He wasnt scheduled to work today and he didnt even come in to check. How did he think to get away with such a lie, Kate? Riggs voice had turned from anger to anguish over this betrayal. He knew I would be at the store and he would be found out.