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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Well, the important thing is that you dont overdo. Whoa, look at the time! Ive got to get back to the store. Here, gather all of this up and take it to your family. Ill meet them some other time. Oh, and Sean, can you start this Saturday?
Sure! Seans expression showed all the enthusiasm he felt. Rigg put his hand out and Seans smile nearly split his face as they shook.
Sean watched Rigg head out the door and move in a long-legged stride down the street. Watching until Rigg was out of sight, he bolted out the door to find his sisters, the bundle of food in his arms.
You really got a job? Kate asked around a mouthful of cheese. Sean laughed. It wasnt like his sister to be unladylike, but he knew how hungry she was.
I start Saturday.
Thats wonderful. Whats Mr. Riggs like?
He likes to be called Rigg.
You dont call him Rigg, do you?
He told me to.
Kaitlins brow furrowed with disapproval and Sean shrugged. Nothing more was said on the subject but it continued to bother Kate. She was a bit leery of such familiarity with strangers.
Of course, she told herself, you agreed to have a meal at a home when youd never before laid eyes on the man whod asked you. Kate took time right then to pray for Gods protection and not to listen to fears that were groundless.
Some hours later the house was settled and clean but Kaitlins battle with the stove had been a losing one. After an hour of trying she could not get it lit and Kaitlin looked like shed been in a war. Her face was smudged with soot and her hair was coming out of its bun and hanging around her face. The front door stood open for air because she could only get one of the windows open. The family was sitting down to a cold supper.
Kate had found two cans of beans on the shelf which shed opened and put into the one pot the house sported. There were no dishes or bowls. Shed discovered two spoons and a knife in a drawer. Sean had moved the table up to the bed to provide a third seat. Marcail sat on the bed and Sean and Kate took the chairs.
The pot was passed around and the girls shared one of the spoons. There had been a bit of bread left from lunch but that had been devoured earlier and now the pot was passed from person to person in an attempt to satisfy the appetites theyd built up cleaning the cabin.
This was the scene Rigg came upon. As the afternoon wore on, he realized he didnt know if Sean was coming back to the house for supper, so hed gotten the address from Greg Carson to the schoolmarms house. The picture before him was one he would not forget.