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When Kaitlins attention was once again drawn to the shore, she saw that the couple had stopped to face each other. Sure that she was about to be an unwilling witness to an embrace, Kaitlin turned quickly into the trees and walked toward home. As she went she prayed about the restlessness that again reared its head after seeing that couple.
The suns position told her she was late for lunch and she knew shed have to apologize. But she also knew she would not be scoldednot today that is. Today was much too special. This was her twentieth birthday!
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I dont think its fair. The little girl spoke to her mother from a stool in the corner of the kitchen.
Its very fair, Marcail, and you know it. I warned you this morning at breakfast that if you were too far away to hear me calling, then youre far enough away to be punished.
But I came as soon as Sean told me to.
I shouldnt have had to send your brother at all. If you had stayed where you were supposed to, you would have heard me calling.
Ill bet Katies been to the beach. Will she be punished for making lunch late?
The attempt to divert Theresa Donovans attention to Kaitlin didnt work and she sent her eight-year-old daughter a look that told her she had heard enough. Marcail lowered her eyes and sat quietly for her punishment, wondering as she did if someone would remember to call her for lunch.
Im sorry Im late, Mother. Kaitlin spoke as she entered the kitchen and bent to kiss her mothers cheek.
Thats all right dear, but be sure to thank Sean, he set the table for you.
What did Marc do? Kaitlin wanted to know, as she looked at her sister in the corner.
She can tell you if she wants.
Kaitlins brows rose in question and her look was kind. Marcail cocked her head to one side and admitted in a small voice, I was down at Lonis.
Kaitlin nodded. Loni was Marcails best friend but her hut was on the beach and Marcail was not allowed to go there alone. Lonis mother was dead and her father was rarely home during the day. The lack of adult supervision had forced Theresa to decide that if Marcail and Loni wanted to play, it would be at the Donovan home.
Theresa had watched the exchange between her daughters and smiled as she went back to work. Theresas sweet spirit had given her very special relationships with her children. It wasnt any wonder that Marcail responded well to Katie, who was so much like Theresa.