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I dont think you will. Seans voice had gone very soft and, unbeknownst to himself, his look menacing. Now, Im going to do my job here for the rest of the afternoon as best as I can. If youve got some problem with that, then youre welcome to go get Rigg. If hes not happy with the job Im doing then he can fire me, but I want you off my back.
The older boy hesitated. He could see that hed clearly pushed too far. Silently both boys went back to work. The atmosphere was no more friendly, but at least Sean was able to work in a semblance of peace.
Okay, Sean, heres your pay.
Already?
Every Saturday night at closing.
Thanks, Sean breathed as he fingered the coins in his hand. Rigg watched him and suddenly felt choked up. To see the boy, youd think it was a fortune. But this was his first job and Rigg remembered again how good it felt to be paid for a day of work.
Rigg found himself just as choked up when Sean went straight to his sister and turned the money over to her, once theyd reached the Taylor farm. Bill and the boys were not yet back from the shipping office so Kaitlin, Sean and Marcail had a chance to talk with only Rigg and May present.
How did it go? Kaitlin wanted to know.
Fine. I made mistakes but I think Im getting the idea.
Good. I prayed for you.
Yeah, Sean, we remembered you at lunch.
Thanks Marc.
Did you have enough to mail the letter?
Yes. I put the change with my wages.
Good. I wrote to Aunt Maureen today. We can mail that letter Monday.
Kates attention turned from her brother and, even though Rigg was talking to his mother, she had the feeling hed been watching her.
He had invaded her thoughts at the most unusual times today. When shed been working with May and Marcail she had actually wondered what type of cookies he liked. She had stopped just short of asking May and humiliating herself.
The Taylor men piled in shortly after that, and Kaitlin helped May put supper on the table. She decided that feeding this many men was a costly chore. After the prayer Kate watched a huge platter of fried chicken disappear, along with mashed potatoes, green beans, fried biscuits, turnip greens and two pitchers of milk. She had no room for the apple cake that was served with coffee after the meal.
May asked Gil, Nate and Sean to help with the dishes and everyone else moved to the living room. Rigg sat on the sofa and Kate took a chair across from him. She watched as he beckoned to Marcail with one finger. Marcail snuggled into the sofa next to him as if shed been doing it all her life. Kate was amazed.
I brought you something.