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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
All right, Bobbie Bradford, Jeff said with an air of determination. Ill treat you with the respect you deserve and no more patronizing, if youll always talk to me as bluntly and as honestly as you did just now.
Bobbies hand came out and Jeff shook it. Its a deal, Jeffrey Taylor, and by the way, you need a haircut.
The grin Bobbie gave Jeff on these words was nothing short of cheeky. Jeff would have smiled back and said goodnight before she sailed out the door, but he was too surprised to do anything.
Like my dad said, shes not what we expected. He addressed the words to the quiet office and then found himself whistling as he retrieved his own coat to head home.
fourteen
Jeff had supper at home, but left as soon as the meal was over to go to Rigg and Kaitlins.
What brings you out tonight, Jeff? Kate wanted to know.
Your haircutting skills, if youre up to it.
Shes not, Rigg said in a firm voice, but Kate ignored him. Kaitlin had been after Rigg for a week to let her cut his hair, but he always put her off. His worry over her fatigue was beginning to show, but even though Kate was tired, she wasnt an invalid.
Id be glad to cut your hair, Jeff. Why dont we go into the kitchen?
Kaitlin, Rigg pleaded softly, his voice laced with anxiety. Kate lingered next to him on the couch a moment and spoke with her face close to his.
Im fine, Rigg. You and Marcail did all the work for supper, so its certainly not going to tax my strength to cut hair. I only wish Sean were here. He looks so disheveled these days.
Husband and wife exchanged a glance. Sean had been unpredictable lately, and the strain of it was worse than anything Kate had ever experienced. He did a tremendous amount of agreeing when he was face-to-face with you, but the minute your back was turned he did as he pleased. So far the things he did were not extremely serious, but there was a pattern of rebellion developing.
Rigg had already punished him for lying and also for disappearing after school with some friends and not coming in until almost bedtime. While the whole family prayed fervently for wisdom in dealing with Sean, most of the time Kate prayed for patience.
Kate and Jeff spoke easily while she clipped his hair. While not mentioning anything to Jeff, Kaitlin wondered if he knew how many times he referred to Bobbie.
Bobbie said I need a haircut.
Bobbie broke her glasses and I fixed them.
That Bobbie sure is a hard worker.
I made an agreement with Bobbie.