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Marcail let herself be snuggled against him then and Rigg kissed her brow. They were still cuddled together talking when Kate came back up with all the things on the list. Rigg walked them out of the store and they were even able to wave to Sean who was dusting shelves.
Ill bring the basket right back to you, as soon as I unload it.
Just keep it for now.
If you insist, and thank you, Mr. Riggs.
He watched them until they were out of sight and then went in to see the clerk who had taken care of their sale.
Do me a favor, would you, Cal? Before you leave, fill a sack with the same things the Donovans just purchased. Oh, and, put in a few special things too. Just leave it under the counter there and Ill get it later.
Cal exchanged a look with the other man who clerked for Rigg. It had taken a while, but it finally looked as though the boss had found someone special.
thirty-one
How is it?
I think I like poi better. Marcail phrased it as delicately as possible, by referring to one of the native Hawaiian dishes shed grown up on. The result however, was the samesupper tasted awful.
The rice was no longer in tiny individual grains but had congealed into one slimy, tasteless mass. The potatoes were hard as rocks and ice cold. It actually hurt Marcails teeth to bite into a biscuit. Kaitlin watched her nibble on the edge of one.
Kaitlin didnt know what was the matter with her. She cooked fairly well, although always with her mother. Maybe tonight she was just a bit panicked. Her mother had handled so much of the meal preparation, giving her and Marcail the job of preparing the fish, which they had practically lived on. Kaitlin could serve fish every night for a week and never fix it the same way twice.
Oh, well, was all she said as she reached for her coffee, remembering as she did, that her mother had always prepared that too. She guessed shed had worse.
That night both girls slept soundly in their warm bed. In fact, they were almost late for school in the morning.
Is it almost ready Katie? Were going to be late.
Almost. Kate was trying her hand at a big pot of cereal like the one Rigg had made them. She decided she must have added too much water because the stuff refused to thicken.
What will we eat for lunch, Katie?
Oh, no! Kate spun from the stove in dismay. I completely forgot that I have to pack us a lunch. Look at the cans on the shelves Marcail. See if anything looks good.
Kate had not taken time to make bread and the cheese at Riggs store had been too costly. If it had been a weekend, Kate would have tried for a regular meal.