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I need patience, Lord. I cant rush her and I want to do Your will but I cant get her out of my mind. Show me some peace Lord, show me how to be near Katie without scaring her off.
Riggs prayers were cut short when the object of his every waking moment called from the stairway.
Mr. Riggs, are you up there?
Come on up.
We just wanted to say hello before we go home. Gilbert is bringing more stuff to us from the church, Marcail informed him. He stood until his visitors had found seats.
Did you get everything you need?
Yes, we were just here for some little things, Kate answered, and noticed for the first time how heavy his beard was. He was clean-shaven, but the outline of whiskers was black against his tanned face. He was very nice to look at and for the first time Kaitlin let her eyes have their fill.
She watched for a moment as Rigg talked with Marcail and then suddenly drew in a sharp breath. He was exactly like the man she visualized being married to one day! Kaitlin had grown up around well-built Polynesian men with black hair and dark skin and eyes. Rigg would never have been mistaken for one of the men from the island, but he did have the looks that Kate found most attractive.
Riggs peripheral vision made him very aware of Kates scrutiny but he kept talking with Marcail. He desperately wanted to know what was going through Kaitlins mind but was afraid to ask.
When a few minutes later the girls said good-bye, Rigg wished he had questioned Kate. She had seemed uncomfortable when she left, almost as if she were afraid of him. For an instant he wondered if he reminded her of her cousin and then frowned at the thought.
After a few minutes he bent back over his account books, wishing as he did, that he had someone trustworthy to do them for him.
thirty-four
Dear Kaitlin, Sean and Marcail,
Ive missed you so much and worry day and night over your safety. If you havent written to me, please do so right away. I dont think I can bear another day without hearing from you.
I havent heard from your father, but I did write him to explain. I suppose you did too.
There is one more thing I need to tell youPercy is gone. He departed for Europe right after you left and I believe hes not coming back. Please consider returning to San Francisco. I promise Ill make everything wonderful for you. Please think about it.
Dont forget to write me.
Love to each of you,
Aunt M.
Are you going to write today? Marcail wanted to know.
Probably after lunch.
Katie, is Aunt Maureen saved?
I dont know Marc. Why do you ask?