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Fine, he replied sullenly, and Katie found herself fighting to keep her own feelings from showing. All they did lately was quarrel, and Kate did not feel up to an argument tonight. She couldnt help asking herself, however, how long was he going to stay angry? How long were she and the family going to be made to suffer for something their father had done?
Supper is nearly ready. Why dont you wash up?
Sean turned to the stairs without answering her, walking straight past his younger sister, Marcail, without even acknowledging her.
Marcail and Kaitlin exchanged a look, but knew that more words wouldnt change anything. When they entered the kitchen together a moment later, Kates husband was coming in the back door. Marshall Riggs, Rigg to everyone, pulled his wife close and kissed her. He then went to his sister-in-law to embrace her and kiss the top of her dark head.
Wheres Gretchen? Rigg asked after his daughter, who was not quite two years old.
Shes playing on our bed, Katie answered him.
Rigg went in the direction of the bedroom, tossing the question over his shoulder as he went, Did Sean get home?
Kate answered softly, Hes here, Rigg. I can tell he doesnt want to be, but hes here.
Sean lay on his bed waiting for his sisters call to supper. He didnt care to join the family any earlier than necessary. In fact, if Kate would let him, hed eat alone in his room. No one in this house understood him. He hated school and he hated work. Their answer for everything was trust in God. Well, hed tried trusting in God, at least trusting Him to give the things he wanted most, but it never brought him anything more than pain and confusion.
With these restless thoughts, Sean stayed on the bed for only a few moments. Rolling to the edge of the mattress and standing in one move, he went straight to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and removed a wooden box. He counted the money within, knowing the exact amount but somehow hoping it had increased from when he had counted it the night before.
Still not enough, Sean whispered, rage boiling within him as he replaced the box. Still not enough to get away from here. Again his voice was whisper soft, but this time it held a hint of desperation.
He stood for some time trying to calm down, knowing that if Kate called now he would be too angry to join the family for supper and they would want to know why. Suddenly the door opened. Sean turned with a furious word for the intruder, but what he was going to say died in his throat at the sight of his niece Gretchen. She stood on the threshold, an adorable smile lighting her face.