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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
For Kate, it was love at first sight. The school was painted white with flower boxes beneath the windows. Once inside, she smiled as her eyes caressed the dark wood on the rows of small desks and then the larger one up front for herself. A large flag hung on one of the side walls flanked by a picture of George Washington.
Whoever had come before her had been meticulous because everything was spotless. The blackboards covering the entire front wall were scrubbed clean. On the teachers desk sat a globe of the world. Kaitlin moved it to a library table against the side wall. She continued to move around touching this and moving that in a way that reminded Sean and Marcail of their mother.
Mr. Carson was very solicitous and had all the school records with him. Kaitlin looked through them with great relish. That she loved to teach was written on her face and her every movement. She would have sat all day in that schoolroom planning for Monday, but Mr. Carson brought her quickly back to the present.
I think Sean and I should go get your things at the hotel. Well stop at your house first and then go to Riggs, so Sean knows where it is.
Kate was quickly learning that when Mr. Carson had a plan, he executed it almost immediately. Before she could say yea or nay, he was gone with her brother in tow.
Where will I sit, Katie?
Kaitlin looked at her younger sister and thanked God for her. Marcail had a way of bringing Kate down to earth with her questions.
Well, Marc, I dont know. Were going to have to wait and see. Kate watched her expressive face and smiled. Marcail was worried and trying not to show it. Whats bothering you?
I miss Loni and I wish I knew which desk was mine.
Does it matter?
I dont know, I just wish I knew.
Kaitlin didnt try to sort through this. She just listened and went over to sit beside her sister on the long bench that stretched across the front of the schoolroom.
Everything is so different here Katie, and I dont want to get a spanking.
Why would you get a spanking?
Because we left Aunt Maureens without asking Father.
Kate slipped an arm around the nine-year-old. Marc, who is in charge when Fathers not here?
You are.
Thats right. So if Father is angry about our move, and I dont think he will be, Ill be the one in trouble.
Who will be in trouble? A good-natured voice spoke from the doorway of the schoolhouse and two men came in with easy familiarity.
Kate had been startled to have someone speak so suddenly. Both she and Marcail had jumped up and spun around to see them approaching. That they were father and son was more than obvious as they came closer.