Rigg stared at his mother, completely nonplussed. He almost asked if Dad knew what she was planning, something he’d never even thought of saying to her before.
“I can see you’re surprised and I don’t want you to think I’m going behind your father’s back. If Katie says yes, then I’ll ask Bill to take us in the wagon. If Katie declines, I’ll tell Jeff he’s to escort her.” May looked almost sternly at her son.
“You’ve bullied her about this Rigg, and I don’t like it. I can understand your anxiety but you need to talk with her, not stomp on her hopes with your disapproving looks.”
Kate found herself wishing she’d stayed in the haymow. She told herself she’d made a terrible mistake which had caused May and Rigg to have words. Marcail was equally as uncomfortable and tried to stand as unobtrusively as possible behind Kate. Kaitlin, with Marcail behind her, inched carefully toward the door, not wanting to disturb the conversation between mother and son. But just when she thought the way was clear, Rigg reached for her.
“Is that the way you feel?” His hand was on her upper arm and she could see there was no escape.
“Come along Marcail,” Kate heard May saying and glanced over to see them exiting the barn.
“Do you Katie? Do you feel I stomp on your dreams?” Rigg’s gaze was as intense as his voice.
Kate sighed. How could she explain all the emotions that were swirling around inside of her? She wasn’t sure, but she needed to try.
“Rigg, how would you feel if you brought a girl home to your family and told them you wanted to marry her and they were not the least bit comfortable with her? I mean, they didn’t warm up to her at all. Wouldn’t you wonder if you’d made the right choice? Wouldn’t you begin to question your heart—no matter how right things might have seemed at one time?
“Well, that’s the way it is with Joey and his dad. I really believe that I’m supposed to reach out to them, but if none of you feel the same way, then I need to rethink my stand. If I was a man or my father were here, it would be different.
“But I’m not a man and I don’t have a husband or a father to make going there all right. So if all of you, my closest friends in Santa Rosa, are against this, then for now at least, I have to assume the door is closed. But that doesn’t change my heart or my prayers that Joey and his father will come to Christ.
“And now this, today. I’ve caused you to have words with your mother and that can’t possibly be of the Lord. So I think I’d better drop the whole thing before I cause any more problems.” Rigg watched Kate’s shoulders sag and was overcome with guilt.
“Thank you for telling me how you feel. I owe you an apology, Kate. You didn’t cause Mom and me to quarrel; I needed to hear what she had to say. The caring is coming but I’m more concerned for you. Where Parker is concerned I probably overreact. I mean, he’d be coming here to eat and you couldn’t be more safe.”
“Then you’ll take me?” Kate was truly surprised.
“Right now, if you’re ready.”
“What brought on the change?”
“It’s not as sudden as it seems but we’ve had no time to talk. Those verses in 1 Thessalonians really spoke to me. I’ve read them over and over and I can’t say I’ve been faithful in the way I reach out to the unsaved in Santa Rosa. And when I have reached out, it was to someone easy, not someone of whom I was suspicious.
“Paul says the people he worked with were ‘dear to him’ and that’s what I’ve been asking God for in my own heart. A deep compassion that would make Parker and Joey dear to me. As I’ve said, it’s coming.”
Kate was so relieved she felt tears sting her eyes. Why hadn’t they talked like this a week ago?
“Thanks Rigg,” was all she said and he smiled at her before turning to hitch up the wagon.
Joey was the first to spot the wagon and Frank, having recognized Kate, didn’t bother to bark.
“Hi Joey!” Kate called, and the little boy came close to the wagon to talk with her.
“My pa liked my hair cut.” He smiled and Kaitlin was amazed at how he’d blossomed in the week he’d been coming to see her. Their conversation of the morning before came to mind and Kate prayed for an opportunity to question Joey.
“Is your dad here, Joey?”
“Not right now.” Joey’s look became uncertain and Kate hurried to explain.
“Tonight?” Joey asked. “For supper? Both of us?”
“Right. We’re having a fish dinner and you should be at the Taylors’ about six. Don’t forget to tell your dad.”
When the wagon pulled away, Kate looked back to see Joey waving furiously. She returned the wave feeling absolutely buoyant.
The guys had returned from their fishing spot up the creek with their creels overflowing. Marcail was an old hand at the procedure and she and Kate enlisted the help of Rigg and Jeff. Kaitlin wanted to do this for May so she sent Bill and May on a walk.
The men stood back and watched the girls attack the fish on the back porch. The fish were cleaned in record time and then cut in perfect strips. Neither one was the least bit squeamish and the job was done neatly and efficiently.
The men, sure they were being pressed into service to clean the fish, were fascinated. Once the fillets were ready, Rigg and Kate worked together over a bowl of what Kaitlin said held secret ingredients. When the fish had been dipped, Jeff was put to work frying.
“What is that for?” The question came from Rigg who was watching Kate prepare May’s large roaster to go into the oven.
“This recipe is best when the fish can bake after they’ve been fried. It also gives us time to finish the rest of the meal.”
“Us?” Rigg and Jeff chorused.
“Of course,” Kate stated with absolute calm. “Rigg, you can start the rice and when you’re done at the stove Jeff, you can shred that lettuce. Marc and I will fix this sauce and cut up the rest of the vegetables.”
“Marc,” Rigg asked, wanting to know, “has she always been this bossy?”
“Don’t you answer that Marcail Donovan!” her sister warned. “It could get you into a lot of trouble.”
Rigg gave Marcail a conspiratorial wink and a giggle escaped before she could stop it.
The table was set with two extra places and Kate fluttered around in a nervous dither as six o’clock drew near. The smell of fish wafted its way through the house and if Nate said he was hungry once, he said it a half-dozen times.
Kaitlin had been pacing the living room when she glanced out the window and froze. Tears filled her eyes as she watched Joey walking beside his father toward the house. Bill came out of his chair and gave Kate’s cheek a kiss before going to greet their guests. May smiled and followed her husband.
“Use this Kate,” Rigg held his handkerchief out to Kaitlin. She quickly wiped her face.
“How do I look?”
“Beautiful,” Rigg answered sincerely.
“No, really, do I look all right?”
“You look fine.” Rigg shook his head at how satisfied she was with the word fine but Kate didn’t notice. She was headed to the kitchen to check on supper.
“Katie fixed supper tonight. Come on in and find a seat.” It was Bill’s voice coming from the living room as he led Parker to the kitchen where Kate stood by the table.
“Hello Mr. Parker.”
His head bobbed in her direction and before too many minutes passed the whole family was seated and Bill was returning thanks for the food. The meal passed in mild pandemonium with everyone talking at once, or so it seemed.
Kate’s cooking was a great success and she was complimented many times over. She acknowledged those compliments absently because she couldn’t take her eyes off Parker. His manners were impeccable. He’d brushed his hair away from his face and buttoned his shirt to the neck. Kate had fully expected him to eat as Joey had the first night, but other than his hands shaking occasionally, his manners were flawless.
And he was talking! He sat to Bill’s right and the two men conversed like old friends. Parker declined dessert and he and Joey didn’t linger long after dinner.
Kate wanted to hug May when she extended an invitation to join them again for the following Friday night. Parker accepted graciously and then he and Joey took their leave.
Kate felt emotionally and physically drained. She was drying the dishes that Gilbert washed but she kept coming to a stop in the middle of the kitchen and staring at the dish in her hand without really seeing it.
“Are you all right?”
“What?” Kate had finally heard Gil’s question.
“If you’re tired Katie, I can do this,” he offered kindly.
“No, I can help you.” Kaitlin wasn’t aware of how her every movement and even her voice, spoke of how exhausted she was.
“You must be glad that the Parkers came.” Gil watched in helpless surprise as tears filled Kate’s eyes.
“I am glad Gilbert. I can’t think why I would need to cry about it.”
“I think I understand.” Gil looked with desperation at his mother who entered the kitchen just then.
“Why don’t I help?” May said cheerfully.
“You don’t need to.” Kate’s voice caught as she continued to dry the dish she’d had in her hand for five minutes. May didn’t answer, recognizing her fatigue and praying that Rigg would come in and rescue her.
He did just that a few minutes later. Marcail was staying the night because Sean had to work in the morning and Rigg, as gently as he could, shepherded Kate to the wagon.
Kate didn’t know when anything had felt as wonderful as crawling into her bed. She fell asleep before she could thank God for the tender hearts of the Taylors and that He was still holding the door to Joey Parker wide open.