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For the first time that day, some of Seans fury drained away. He held his arms out toward the beloved little girl and smiled as she threw herself at him. With her small arms circling his neck, she chatted up into his face. Sean, very much enamored with this child, gave her his full attention. They were still talking when Riggs voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs.
Gretchen, did you tell Uncle Sean that supper is ready?
Gretchen, with a little hand to her surprised mouth, delivered the forgotten message, and the two of them made their way downstairs. Seans face, all smiles for Gretchen, was now shuttered as the family gathered around the table. He did not close his eyes or even bow his head for the prayer.
Everyone save Sean talked with familiar ease throughout the meal. In the past Seans silence had been oppressive and even intimidated the family, but now they had learned to live around it. Rigg, never intimidated by anyone, talked to his young brother-in-law as though nothing was out of the ordinary, including telling him to help with the dishes at the end of the meal. Rigg ignored the black scowl Sean sent in his direction.
Do you want to wash or dry? Rigg asked casually when the girls had emptied out of the room.
I dont want to do either. Why cant Marc do
Thats enough, Sean, Rigg said easily. She takes your turn more often than she should. And, Rigg spoke quickly when Sean opened his mouth yet again, if you dare suggest that Kate come back in here, Ill flatten you. She could have the baby any time now and I dont
Any time? Seans voice was incredulous. I thought she was due in June.
Sean, Riggs voice was long-suffering. There are only three days left in May. The doctor told Katie yesterday that it could be any time. Rigg wanted to add that if Sean would get his head out of his angry cloud and think about someone else for a change, he might have noticed how large and uncomfortable his sister had become.
Rigg would have been surprised to know that such words were unnecessary. Sean was giving himself the same speech. Unfortunately, he didnt believe his attitude to be his own fault; his father was to blame. If his father had kept just one of his promises, Sean believed hed feel differently, but it was easier to blame his father than himself, and easier still to hide his pain behind a mask of fury.