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the woods.”
Her heart ached for what the young woman must have endured. “Kelly, you amaze me. You’ve led such a difficult life, yet you are so astute and clever.”
“There is one thing I can’t figure.”
“What’s that?”
“Why you wouldn’t sell me that handsome gelding thatbelonged to your late husband. I can give you a partial payment now and more later after I find a job in town.”
“That horse was my engagement gift to my late husband. He also gave me my horse as a wedding gift. Even though I didn’t love him, I readily admit that, I did care for him. He was more like a friend. He tried to be a good husband. He just didn’t know how. I don’t have much left of our time together, other than our horses. But now that I’ve decided to leave, I’m ready to part with it.”
“I suspect you will change your mind about leaving. We’d best get back before Jane starts those biscuits and I miss out on my lesson.”
“Yes, I think I need that lesson too. I’ve never made biscuits myself. We employed cooks in Boston. But before we go back, for some time Jane and I have both wanted to tell you something. And I think now may be the right time.”
Kelly looked at her in surprise.
She took a quick intake of breath and hoped she would find the right words. “William and Stephen killed those two men because they were murderers and because they caught them in the act of raping you. What you experienced with that evil man is nothing at all like what happens between a husband and his wife. A man that respects you will be gentle and a man that loves you will make it something you want—even look forward to. What that man did was violent and hurtful. You must remember that it will be completely different when you marry and to not be afraid of your husband. My mother taught me that the act of coupling between two people in love is always gentle, never violent. Jane could explain this even better than I because Stephen worships her.”
She thought about her own experiences as a married woman. Itwas all she could do to tolerate having her husband in her bed. Although he was gentle, their coupling left a lot to be desired. In fact, there was no desire. No passion. No love. It was quick, predictably bland, often uncomfortable, and always unsatisfying. Her husband tried, sometimes, but cold and aloof by nature, he had no idea how to spark her fire or how to please her. Never again.
Catherine watched as Kelly studied the red wildflower nestled in her palm. “I still dream about them. I feel them attacking me over and over. I feel their hands touching my breasts. It was the first time any man ever touched me. In my dream, I keep trying to scream. But no sound comes out and so no one comes to help me,” Kelly said, her eyes glistening.
“But someone did come. William and Stephen stopped them.”
“I know. Yet, in my mind, the ghosts of those men are still there. They won’t ever go away. They will always be in my head, haunting me. Hurting me.”
“They will go away. You can make them.”
“No they won’t,” Kelly nearly shouted, her repressed anger and stored up tears both clearly surfacing. “I tried to make them go away, but they won’t. They won’t,” she wailed.
“Let God have them,” Catherine said. “His peace can take them away forever.”
“He can’t take away what they did to me,” Kelly cried. “William thinks the same thing. He’ll hardly look at me.”
“William is trying to let you heal. Our bodies heal a lot faster than our minds. William knows you just need to be left alone awhile. He’s a smart man. He will know when you have left this behind you. What happened to you was indeed horrible, but youmust put it in your past, not your present. You’re strong. You can overcome this.”
“No man will ever want me after I’ve been deflowered. I’m ruined.”
“Oh, you are
so
wrong. No good and decent man would ever blame you for what happened. Young men will be standing
Her heart ached for what the young woman must have endured. “Kelly, you amaze me. You’ve led such a difficult life, yet you are so astute and clever.”
“There is one thing I can’t figure.”
“What’s that?”
“Why you wouldn’t sell me that handsome gelding thatbelonged to your late husband. I can give you a partial payment now and more later after I find a job in town.”
“That horse was my engagement gift to my late husband. He also gave me my horse as a wedding gift. Even though I didn’t love him, I readily admit that, I did care for him. He was more like a friend. He tried to be a good husband. He just didn’t know how. I don’t have much left of our time together, other than our horses. But now that I’ve decided to leave, I’m ready to part with it.”
“I suspect you will change your mind about leaving. We’d best get back before Jane starts those biscuits and I miss out on my lesson.”
“Yes, I think I need that lesson too. I’ve never made biscuits myself. We employed cooks in Boston. But before we go back, for some time Jane and I have both wanted to tell you something. And I think now may be the right time.”
Kelly looked at her in surprise.
She took a quick intake of breath and hoped she would find the right words. “William and Stephen killed those two men because they were murderers and because they caught them in the act of raping you. What you experienced with that evil man is nothing at all like what happens between a husband and his wife. A man that respects you will be gentle and a man that loves you will make it something you want—even look forward to. What that man did was violent and hurtful. You must remember that it will be completely different when you marry and to not be afraid of your husband. My mother taught me that the act of coupling between two people in love is always gentle, never violent. Jane could explain this even better than I because Stephen worships her.”
She thought about her own experiences as a married woman. Itwas all she could do to tolerate having her husband in her bed. Although he was gentle, their coupling left a lot to be desired. In fact, there was no desire. No passion. No love. It was quick, predictably bland, often uncomfortable, and always unsatisfying. Her husband tried, sometimes, but cold and aloof by nature, he had no idea how to spark her fire or how to please her. Never again.
Catherine watched as Kelly studied the red wildflower nestled in her palm. “I still dream about them. I feel them attacking me over and over. I feel their hands touching my breasts. It was the first time any man ever touched me. In my dream, I keep trying to scream. But no sound comes out and so no one comes to help me,” Kelly said, her eyes glistening.
“But someone did come. William and Stephen stopped them.”
“I know. Yet, in my mind, the ghosts of those men are still there. They won’t ever go away. They will always be in my head, haunting me. Hurting me.”
“They will go away. You can make them.”
“No they won’t,” Kelly nearly shouted, her repressed anger and stored up tears both clearly surfacing. “I tried to make them go away, but they won’t. They won’t,” she wailed.
“Let God have them,” Catherine said. “His peace can take them away forever.”
“He can’t take away what they did to me,” Kelly cried. “William thinks the same thing. He’ll hardly look at me.”
“William is trying to let you heal. Our bodies heal a lot faster than our minds. William knows you just need to be left alone awhile. He’s a smart man. He will know when you have left this behind you. What happened to you was indeed horrible, but youmust put it in your past, not your present. You’re strong. You can overcome this.”
“No man will ever want me after I’ve been deflowered. I’m ruined.”
“Oh, you are
so
wrong. No good and decent man would ever blame you for what happened. Young men will be standing
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