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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Everyone planned to meet at the Bradfords, with the exception of Sean, who usually worked until 6:00 at the livery. Joey Parker came with Kaitlin and Rigg to see Marcail off, and Bobbie thought he was the sweetest little boy she had ever encountered. But her attention didnt linger on Joey for very long as she watched Kate, thinking that she looked tired and uncomfortable.
Bobbies eyes misted just a bit when Rigg helped her down from the wagon with extreme care, but then she felt like giggling at the way Kate waddled, her stomach going before her like the prow of a ship. Kate stopped in front of Bobbie and the younger woman couldnt hide her grin.
I walk like a duck, dont I?
Bobbies hand covered her mouth, but her eyes told Kate she was about to laugh. Im sorry, Kaitlin.
Kate smiled. Dont apologize. You cant do anything that Rigg hasnt done already, including quack like a duck when he walks behind me.
He really does that?
Well, he did. But one day I burst into tears and he stopped. Kate gave a mighty sigh. A man thinks he knows the woman hes married, but then she gets pregnant and cries for no reason, or craves fried chicken at three in the morning. And the heatits enough to drive me crazy!
This isnt a very hot summer.
It is if youre pregnant, Kate assured her.
Bobbie nodded, remembering that Alice had said something about that as well.
Were all set, Jake called from his place beside the wagon.
Bobbie watched Marcail hug her sister. You listen and obey Marc, Kate told her. Stay close to the others so they dont lose you.
I will. Marcail was squirming with excitement, making Kate laugh. Rigg snatched her close for an instant when it looked like she had forgotten to hug him, and they all watched as she scrambled into the back of the wagon.
Jeff was talking with Maryanne as Bobbie climbed aboard, and she heard part of their conversation.
I just assumed that the whole family went.
Ive never cared for camping and Im also a person who loves solitude, so I dont mind having the house to myself for an entire weekend.
She grinned at Jeff before moving to kiss her son and daughter goodbye, and then she went to her husband. Jake wrapped her in his arms and they kissed, unembarrassed, for a long time. He whispered something in Maryannes ear that made her smile and then took his seat and picked up the reins.
They were waved out of the yard with smiles and laughter, and when Bobbie turned back to settle in for the ride, she found both Jeff and Marcail staring at her from their places nearby in the back of the wagon.
What? Bobbie asked with a raised brow.
Nothing. Jeff answered as they both kept smiling.