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- Dear Marcail
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It never occurred to him that her feelings for him had changed and that that was part of the turmoil he was reading on her face. He assumed that her sudden unease around him was because of Percy. She was obviously remembering the way shed been treated. In fact her memory had probably been spurred by something her aunt had written in the recent letter.
That Kate had not yet read the letter when her feelings changed, Rigg didnt know. She seemed rested, he noted, as they rode to church and she conversed easily with her brother. Once there, she greeted some of her students and met quite a few parents.
Rigg was turning to ask her a question when she suddenly darted away from him. He looked beyond her to see Joey Parker at the corner of the church. The little boy scooted out of sight when he saw his teacher bearing down on him, but Kaitlin pursued him and Rigg watched her disappear around the corner of the building.
Joey, Kaitlin called, when he was once again in view. Will you come here please?
The little boy came with obvious reluctance. Kate accurately read the look of fear on his face. Fear that Marcail had snitched and he was in deep trouble. Kate ignored the look.
How are you, Joey?
All right. the boy answered without taking his eyes off his dirty bare feet.
Im glad to hear that. Joey, Kate said gently, would you like to come into church with me?
The little boys head snapped up, his eyes wide. She could see he was excited about the idea but then his shoulders slumped.
I aint dressed for it.
Im not dressed for it, the teacher in Kate automatically corrected him. And Im quite sure that God doesnt care how you look.
Joey considered this for a spell. Maybe if I sat in the back.
Thats fine if you want to sit in the back. Ill sit with you. Oh! Heres Mr. Riggs. Mr. Riggs have you met Joey Parker?
No, I havent. Hello, Joey. Riggs huge hand came out and Joey stared at it a moment before offering his own grubby little hand.
Joey and I just decided to sit together in the back.
Great, may I sit with you?
It took a moment for Joey to comprehend that the question was being directed at him. He couldnt believe this big man was actually waiting for his permission to sit with them in church. Joey muttered something and the next thing he knew he was being ushered into a rear pew.