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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
She saw Marcail putting things into an old flour sack as she dished cereal into the bowls. The cereal had done a complete turnabout in the pot, going from watery to something so thick it would not come off the spoon.
Watching Marcail grimace over the taste, Kate spread some sugar on the cereal. After so little to eat last night, they couldnt possibly go until lunch with nothing in their stomachs.
Do you have the lunch? Kate asked, as she slipped into her sweater.
All set.
They headed out the door and Kaitlin gave a prayer of thanks that Rigg was taking care of Sean. Hed surely waste away on her cooking.
That was fine reading, Thomas. You may take your seat. Well break for lunch now and afterward go for that walk I promised you.
As the students dispersed, Marcail came forward and sat on the front bench. Katie pulled their lunch sack out from under her desk and joined her. The first thing she pulled out was a package of yeast cakes.
Marc, dont you know what these are?
Little cakes.
Yeast cakes. Theyre used for baking.
Oh. Sorry.
Thats all right we wont starve. Next came a can of molasses.
I didnt know what that was either, but the man on the front looked so happy I figured it must taste pretty good. Kaitlin dissolved into helpless laughter while she tried to explain what was in the can. The last item in the bag was a huge package of raisins. Kate didnt even say grace before she began to tear it open.
Marcails little hand shook as she raised a fistful to her mouth. They ate in silence until Kate laughed again about the molasses and choked on her raisins. Every so often she would go to the door or window and check on the children, but most were eating with no time for mischief.
Sean wandered in when hed had his fill of what was in his lunch tin and asked the girls if either one of them wanted his last piece of fried chicken. Kate found herself grabbing for his tin like a woman starved, and then remembered that some of her class were eating at their desks.
You eat it Marc. Kaitlin stood then and took a big drink from the dipper at the water bucket. When she sat on the bench again Marcail was waiting for her. She hadnt touched the chicken.
Well share this.
Thanks Marc, Kate said gratefully, and had to stop herself from swallowing before chewing.
Rigg told me you bought a lot of supplies. Why are you so hungry? Sean had stayed close due to the strange behavior of his sisters.
We do have food, Im just not used to cooking and packing a lunch. Well be fine. Kate laughed again when she thought of the molasses and Marcail had to explain. Sean did his own share of chuckling before reaching over to mess his sisters hair.