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Are you really going away, Miss Katie? Are you really leaving the island?
Yes, I am, but . . . Kate stopped just short of telling Joseph she would be back. Something inside her wouldnt let the words come. She searched for other words of comfort even as the thought persisted that she wouldnt be returning to Hawaii ever again.
Ill miss you, Joseph, very much, but youre my little brother in Christ and I know that Hell care for you. And we can remember each other in our prayers. She reached out a gentle hand then, and brushed at the tear sliding down his cheek. Then her hand went to sweep back the thick, black hair on his forehead.
Marcail appeared in the next instant and Kate had no choice but to send Joseph back to his seat. She watched him for a moment and was relieved when their eyes met and he smiled.
He has a crush on you.
Do you think so? the older sister whispered to the younger.
Yes, I do. His sister told me that he talks about you every day after school, all the way home.
Well, its too bad hes not a little older Kaitlin let the remark hang.
Scott Harper is older and I saw him holding your hand yesterday.
It wasnt what you think, Marc, Kate said, as she remembered the scene with the son of one of the other missionaries.
Youre really going, Kaitlin?
Yes, Scott, we leave in a month, Kate answered the tall, painfully thin young man who had been in love with her for years.
When will you be back? The question had been asked, almost desperately, and Scott had touched Kate for the first time, grasping one of her hands in both of his own.
Kate had no desire to encourage him but neither did she want to hurt him. My father says well be in California for about two months. Kate gently disengaged her hand as she spoke.
Scotts eyes, big and dark like her own, were looking at her in a way that always made her feel regretful. Here was a man her own age, who was in love with her, and she didnt feel anything. Oh, she cared for him and he didnt repulse her but she wasnt in love with him. With both their families involved in missionary work on the islands, it would have been very comfortable and practical if she had been in love with him.
But when shed said as much to her mother, Theresa had told her in plain terms that love was neither practical nor comfortable.
Did I upset you because I said something about Scott? Marcails soft question broke into Kates memory.
No, Marcail, Im fine and we both better be about our business.