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I dont know if I can tell you. Her voice was soft but Rigg heard and stepped back as Kate led Marcail into the living room. The girls sat on the sofa and as soon as they were settled, Marcail turned her face into Kates side and sat very still.
Kaitlin kept her arm close around her and stared up at Rigg and Sean who looked on helplessly.
Marc, Kaitlin finally spoke softly, please tell me whats wrong. Maybe I can fix it.
A few more moments went by and Marcail shifted until her cheek lay against Kates side. Rigg, seeing the evidence of tears on her face, was surprised. He hadnt been aware that she was crying because she hadnt made a sound. His heart melted at the sight of those tears and he sat down beside her.
Is there anything I can do, Marcail?
No.
You might feel better if you talk about it Marc, Sean suggested from a nearby chair.
Someone will get into trouble. Her young voice was almost depressed.
Kate cuddled her closer with new understanding. How many times had history repeated itself over this subject. One child had information over another childs sin and was in torment over whether or not the news should be shared.
Marcail, I understand why youre upset but be sure to ask yourself if this person will end up in worse trouble if you dont tell.
Marcail was silent for a few minutes and the others in the room watched her chew her lip in indecision.
Joey Parker told me today that he took that ladys purse. He said his father told him to. Marcails face was once again buried against her sisters side. Rigg looked down and watched a shudder run over the child, the only indication that she was crying again. He looked up to see Kaitlins faceit was white with strain.
Would this man really do that?
I wouldnt be surprised. Riggs voice was regretful.
The next hour was spent trying to calm Marcail down enough to eat supper. The food had gone cold but no one really seemed to notice.
Little by little, as they ate supper, Marcail elaborated. She said that Joey had approached her during afternoon recess and asked her if shed told her sister who took the purse. Marcail hadnt known what he was talking about. When he realized his mistake, hed become very angry and said it hadnt been his fault to begin with: He was just doing what his Pa had told him to do.
They all knew they were going to have to step lightly around this small boy in the very near future or he would surely know that Marcail had told.
Kate and Marcail didnt stay long after supper but before Rigg walked them home he asked everyone to gather in the living room for a brief time of prayer over what to do and how to reach out to Joey without causing him more hurt.
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