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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Oh, it doesnt hurt unless I press on it.
May looked instantly relieved and said with a small laugh that she had been ready to get a doctor. The smile left Marcails face and she nearly came out of the tub. Kate didnt miss her panic.
Its all right, Marc. She was only kidding.
Im sorry, Honey, May said quickly. I wouldnt do anything without asking Kaitlin first.
The little girl nodded and looked uncertainly at her sister. Kaitlin smiled. She figured something like this might happen remembering the hard time Marcail had with Dr. Weston in San Francisco.
Kate took her leave a minute later in order to finish her letter. Sean and Nate had been in the living room the entire time she was writing and Kate was pleased at how well they were getting along. Sean needed a friend.
Hows the letter coming, Katie? her brother wanted to know as she came back into the room.
Pretty good. Why dont you read what Ive got?
Brother and sister traded chairs and Kate found herself once again scrutinized. She tried to ignore it.
How old are you, Nathan?
Fifteen.
Youre tall for 15. Do you like school?
Most of the time.
Kate grinned. That was an honest answer.
Nathan grinned back, turning only a little bit red this time. Sean spoke from the desk. I added a little to what you have Katie. Are you going to tell Father about what happened today?
I dont know. I dont want him to worry about us because I really do think Marcs going to be fine. What do you think?
Id leave it out, Sean said and then thought, Father is going to be upset enough when he finds out why we left San Francisco.
The rest of the afternoon sailed by in a lazy fashion. Kate had gone to her bedroom for a while to read her Bible and then joined everyone else in the living room where they were poring over the newspapers. She was so intent on the article she was reading, that she nearly tore the page in two when Rigg startled her by sitting down on the sofa very close to her.
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You look better. Riggs voice was soft and deep and his eyes were intent on her face from his close position beside her. Kate didnt want to know what he meant by better, so she lowered the paper only to find the room empty.
Where did everyone go? Once again Kates voice was breathless and she wanted to pinch herself.
Theyre all in the kitchen; suppers almost ready.
Oh, my! Kaitlin exclaimed, I should be helping. Kate quickly folded the paper and hurried to rise but Rigg caught her arm and kept her in her seat.
Do you always do the proper thing? He sounded amused.
I dont know what youre talking about.
Dont you? There was still a smile lurking behind his eyes.