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- Dear Marcail
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Well, he grabbed my arm and it hurt and the lady kept yelling and then he shook me and that hurt and then Katie was there and I got sick. Thats all I remember.
Kaitlin bolted from the couch then, and Rigg, after giving Marcail a quick squeeze, went after her. May came over to sit with Marcail and Sean stood, gripped with indecision. He looked toward the kitchen where Kate had run and then back to Mr. Taylor, who smiled at Sean in understanding.
Dont feel like you have to go out, Sean. I think Rigg will handle it. Sean looked relieved and sat back down. Jeff reached for the checkerboard and all in the living room were glad for something else to do besides wonder what was going on outside with Rigg and Kaitlin.
Kate had hit the backyard at a run and was almost to the barn before Rigg caught her. Running in front of her, he turned and gently brought her to a halt. Rigg watched as she buried her face in her hands and cried. He hesitated for a moment before tenderly pulling her into his embrace. Kate came without resistance and sobbed against him.
I dont know how to be a mother to Marcail. Her voice was broken. Its my fault she got hurt; I should have kept better track of her.
Rigg let her cry against him. He could tell that Marcails story was hurting her and hed honestly never given a single thought as to how she might react. His attention, when he asked the question, had been solely on Marcail. By the time he realized his mistake, he could only pray that his hand on Kaitlins shoulder would be enough. But it hadnt been.
We need our Father, doesnt God know that? I feel like weve been deserted. Her voice was growing calmer but Rigg still held her in the protective circle of his arms.
Marcail doesnt blame you, Katie, and neither does anyone else. Youre very good with Marcail and I can see she thinks the world of you. What happened today could have happened just as easily with your father here. Did you think about that? Marcail was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Its no ones fault.
Kate was still for a moment and then pushed free from Riggs arms and stepped away from him as though shed been burned. Rigg watched with some frustration as she smoothed her hair and looked up at him, once again the prim and proper schoolteacher.
Thank you for coming out with me. Im feeling better now.
Are you really? Well, quite frankly Im surprised since you seem afraid to face that this really happened. You seem hesitant to let yourself feel anything.
Kate had never been so hurt or surprised. He was angry with her and she didnt know why. Her voice told him how hurt she was.