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Jeff laughed unsympathetically and the two men headed down the office stairs. Marshall, Rigg to nearly everyone, was the darker of the two with black hair and startling gray eyes that turned almost black if he was upset. Jeffrey Taylor, Riggs half brother, stood just short of six feet, whereas Rigg was just over. Jeffs hair was a medium shade of brown and his eyes were light blue and usually smiling with mischief.
The stairway took the men down to the floor of one of Santa Rosas mercantiles. It was a good business with every imaginable type of ware. There was even a row of chairs along one side for the men to sit in and chat when they brought their wives in to shop.
The brothers were passing those chairs now and, as always, Rigg felt a bit of envy. He wished his own wife was shopping somewhere in the store. But Rigg didnt have a wife. He believed that if he was to have a wife, God would provide one. But the fact that God was in control did not change his desires, the deepest of which was to have a family.
I thought I told you to get rid of those hats Rigg, an elderly farmer spoke in a gruff, good-natured voice, causing Rigg and Jeff to smile. Theyre costing me a fortune. As if on cue, the mans wife appeared with a hat on her head and one in each hand.
I cant decide, she spoke before she saw the young men. Oh, hello Jeff, hello Rigg.
Hello, Mrs. Wallace, Rigg spoke. I hope youre finding what you need.
Well, I just cant choose between these hats. You always have such nice hats, Rigg.
You could take all three, Rigg said with exaggerated innocence.
Rigg! sounded the gruff voice from the chair. Laughter was heard as the younger men chose to exit on that note.
The men were headed to Burt Kemps office to check with him on the vacant teaching position. On the way, the teacher theyd just lost became the topic.
Mom told me to look you over today and see if youre losing weight.
Rigg laughed. I will admit to you that I miss Martys cooking.
The last four schoolteachers had all been men, and Riggs large home, situated two blocks from the school, had been the perfect place for the men to live. Rigg had gotten along very well with all of them, but he hadnt enjoyed anyones company as much as the last one, Marty Wright.