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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
She worked a bit longer, taking notes on a pad May had given her, and then went to the kitchen.
Hows it going Kaitlin? her hostess wanted to know.
Its going well. Im all set and really looking forward to meeting the class.
Theyre normally a good group of kids. I think theyll like you. May smiled. If they get out of line you can always speak to them in Hawaiian and shock them all speechless.
Kate and Marcail both laughed at the idea.
The remainder of the day was spent doing laundry and baking, and waiting for Sean to come and tell them about his first day at work.
twenty-five
Joe Crawford, the man Sean was to find and work with, turned out to be just a few years older than he was. Rigg had told Joe, who was moving out of town, that hed found a replacement who would be starting Saturday. Joe was to train Sean and, from the look on the older boys face, he was none too happy about it. Sean, sensing a hostility in Joe that frightened him a little, tried not to ask too many questions. He found himself wishing that Rigg had offered to show him the ropes.
That doesnt go there. The words were surly and Sean stopped where he stood, holding a heavy crate. I told you those go over there! Are you stupid or something?
Sean said nothing, thinking that, indeed, maybe he was stupid. Never had he made so many mistakes. He couldnt seem to do anything to please his co-worker, but he stayed with it and tried to ignore the angry looks that came his way all morning.
How is it going, boys?
Sean watched Joe become a different person in the boss presence.
Just fine, Rigg. Seans a great worker, real smart. That the words were sickeningly sweet, Rigg didnt seem to notice.
Good. I knew youd do fine, Sean. Why dont we break for lunch?
Joe grabbed his lunch pail, went through the store and down the street. Sean stood in indecisionhe didnt have any lunch. Rigg was checking the papers he held in his hand so Sean slipped quietly out the back door and walked up the street.
Not able to stop the flood of tears that began to flow, he sped up until he found himself on a quiet street. Ahead of him was the schoolhouse. He moved toward it and collapsed on the steps; his tears intensifying until he was nearly sobbing.
Rigg, who had not been far behind him when he left the store, had followed him when he hadnt gone straight home. From a distance he watched Sean bring his knees up and lay his face on top of them. His arms were over his head, as though trying to protect himself from a blow.