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Not that they were alike physically. In fact Katies resemblance to her father was almost frightening. She was tall and full-figured with deep brown eyes that looked right to your soul with compassion and kindness. Her face, with its well-shaped nose and high cheekbones, would probably be considered beautiful were it not for her strong square jaw. It lent a look of stubbornness that her nature rarely exhibited.
Marcails tiny frame on the other hand, was the physical image of her mother. But there the resemblance ended. Marcails personality was very much like her fathers. Theresa didnt have half the energy her husband possessed and never once would she have questioned someone in authority over her. Marcail had no such inhibitions and that, along with her questioning mind, was enough to wear Theresa to the bone.
Sean was already at the table when the food was carried in. At fourteen his appetite was voracious. He was already showing signs of having his fathers large build. An inch taller than Kaitlin, people who didnt know them often mistook them for twins.
Theresa sat at the head of the table since she wasnt expecting her husband until evening, and looked at her children as they began to eat. As always she felt a little amazed at how, with their black hair and tanned complexions, they resembled the Hawaiian people to whom they ministered on the island.
Mother, arent you feeling well? The question came from Kaitlin who had observed her mothers untouched plate.
Im fine dear. Im just growing sentimental in my old age.
Youre not too old, Mother, Sean stated in his logical way.
Thank you, Son. His mothers tone was dry.
Will father be late tonight? Marcail chimed in.
The usual time, I think, Theresa answered, with a little sigh that made her children stare at her.
Mother, Kaitlins brow furrowed slightly, have you lost weight? Theresa became instantly alert.
Am I looking poorly, Kate? she evaded the question neatly.
Oh, no, Mother, you always look lovely. Kaitlin smiled sincerely, even as she noticed her mothers face was flushed. Kaitlin was rewarded with her mothers beautiful smile.
three
The afternoon moved by quickly as friends came to visit and some baking was done. Kaitlin found herself wishing her father would come home a little early but it was not to be. By the time the supper hour neared, Kate was pacing like a caged animal.
Katie, youre walking a hole in that floor mat.
I know, Mother, but I thought Father would be here by now.
Hell be here, Katie, hell be here, Theresa said as she worked on her school lessons for next week. She and Kaitlin taught together in the mission school which was attended by both village and missionary children.