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Because she worries so much and she said something at mothers grave about her being gone forever. Mothers not gone forever, shes just gone from the earth.
Kate reached out and hugged Marcail. She, too, had heard her aunts words and wondered at them.
Father and I discussed it one night, Marc, and hes sure that his parents were born again. Maureen has always been a great support to Father but hes not sure where she stands.
I think she believes in God and tries to do the right thing, but I dont know if shes ever confessed to God that she needs a Savior.
Katie, I miss Sean. We never talk with him anymore.
I miss him too, Kate answered, thinking how quickly a nine-year-old could change the subject.
Are we going back to San Francisco?
Noat least not right away. I have to teach for two more months and I dont want to make another move until we hear from Father.
Are you glad Percy is gone?
Im glad for myself but not for Aunt Maureen.
Marcail nodded and then changed the subject once again. Whats for lunch?
Oh, I dont know, Kate said, this time relieved at the change in topic. I thought we might have yeast cakes and molasses.
The remainder of the day flew by after Gil came with the wagon. The girls now had more blankets than they knew what to do with. Kate worked on some mending and her school lessons for the next week. Marcail didnt seem to notice how distracted Kate was. About an hour before supper they began walking toward the Taylors.
I knew you would do this, Jeff called to them as he brought his wagon to a halt in the road beside the Donovan girls.
Do what? Kate asked.
Walk to my folks.
Kate looked surprised and both Gil and Jeff grinned at her from the wagon seat.
How else were we to get there? Kate inquired after a moment.
You were supposed to assume that we, being the fine gentlemen we are, would come for you.
Kaitlin laughed, but then surprised them by declining.
I need the walk, but thanks anyway.
What are we going to say to Rigg? Gil let the cat out of the bag as to who had been the real gentleman and Kaitlin laughed again.
Please thank Mr. Riggs for his offer, but Im still going to walk. Marcail can go with you if she likes.
Marcail climbed into the wagon and Kate put their bag next to her. Jeff sat holding the reins in indecision.
Will you be all right Katie? Marcail asked as she leaned over the side.