notice.”
“Did she say why?” she fished with apparent unconcern.
“Something about being worked to death. John didn’t buy it. She didn’t have that much to do.”
She did, if she was doing John’s work and having Gil’s pawned off on her as well. Kasie’s eyes narrowed. Well, she wasn’t going to get away with it now. If Pauline started expecting Kasie to do her job for her, she was in for a surprise.
“Funny,” Gil murmured as he turned onto the black shale ranch road that led to the Double C. “Pauline said she couldn’t use the computer, but she always had my herd records printed out. Even if they weren’t updated properly.”
Kasie didn’t say a word. Surely he’d work it out by himself one day. She glanced back at the girls, who were still contentedly eating frozen yogurt out of little cups. They were so pretty and sweet. Her heart ached just looking at them. Sandy had been just Bess’s age…
She bit down hard on her lip. She mustn’t cry. Tears were no help at all. She had to look ahead, not backward.
Gil pulled up in front of the house and helped Kasie get the girls out.
“Thanks for the movie,” Kasie told him, feeling shy now.
“My pleasure,” he said carelessly. “Come on,girls, let’s get you settled with Miss Parsons. Daddy’s got to play rancher for a while.”
“Can’t we play, too?” Bess asked, clinging to his hand.
“Sure,” he said. “Just as soon as you can compare birth weight ratios and compute projected weaning weight.”
Bess made a face. “Oh, Daddy!”
“I’ll make a rancher out of you one day, young lady,” he said with a grin.
“Billy’s dad said he was sure glad he had a son instead of girls. Daddy, do you ever wish me and Jenny was boys?” she asked.
He stopped, dropped to one knee and hugged the child close. “Daddy loves little girls,” he said softly. “And he wouldn’t trade you and Jenny for all the boys in the world. You tell Billy I said that.”
Bess chuckled. “I will!” She kissed his cheek with a big smack. “I love you, Daddy!”
“I love you, too, little chick.”
Jenny, jealous, had to have a hug, too, and they ended up each clinging to a strong, lean hand as they went into the house.
Kasie watched them, feeling more lost and alone than she had in months. She ached to be part of a family again. Watching Gil with the girls only emphasized what she’d lost.
She went up onto the porch and up the staircase slowly, her hand smoothing over the silky wood of the banister as she tried once again to come to grips with her loss.
She was curled up in her easy chair watching an old movie on television when there was a soft knockat the door just before it opened. Bess and Jenny sneaked in wearing their gowns and bathrobes and slippers, peering cautiously down the hall before they closed the door.
“Hello,” Kasie said with a smile, opening her arms as they clambered up into the big chair with her and cuddled close. “You smell nice.”
“We had baths,” Bess said. “Miss Parsons said we was covered with chocolate sauce.” She giggled. “We splashed her.”
“You bad babies,” she chided softly and kissed little cheeks.
“Could you tell us a story?” they asked.
“Sure. What would you like to hear?”
“The one with the bears.”
“Okay.” She started the story, speaking in all the different parts, while they snuggled close and listened with attention.
Just to see if they were really listening, she added, “And then the wolf huffed and puffed…”
“No, Kasie!” Bess interrupted. “That’s the pig story!”
“Is it?” she exclaimed. “All right, then. Well, the bears came home…”
“Huffing and puffing?” came a deep, amused query from the doorway. The little girls glanced at him, looking guilty and worried. “Miss Parsons is looking for you two fugitives,” he drawled. “If I were you, I’d get into my beds real fast. She’s glowering.”
“Goodness! We got to go, Kasie!” Bess
“Did she say why?” she fished with apparent unconcern.
“Something about being worked to death. John didn’t buy it. She didn’t have that much to do.”
She did, if she was doing John’s work and having Gil’s pawned off on her as well. Kasie’s eyes narrowed. Well, she wasn’t going to get away with it now. If Pauline started expecting Kasie to do her job for her, she was in for a surprise.
“Funny,” Gil murmured as he turned onto the black shale ranch road that led to the Double C. “Pauline said she couldn’t use the computer, but she always had my herd records printed out. Even if they weren’t updated properly.”
Kasie didn’t say a word. Surely he’d work it out by himself one day. She glanced back at the girls, who were still contentedly eating frozen yogurt out of little cups. They were so pretty and sweet. Her heart ached just looking at them. Sandy had been just Bess’s age…
She bit down hard on her lip. She mustn’t cry. Tears were no help at all. She had to look ahead, not backward.
Gil pulled up in front of the house and helped Kasie get the girls out.
“Thanks for the movie,” Kasie told him, feeling shy now.
“My pleasure,” he said carelessly. “Come on,girls, let’s get you settled with Miss Parsons. Daddy’s got to play rancher for a while.”
“Can’t we play, too?” Bess asked, clinging to his hand.
“Sure,” he said. “Just as soon as you can compare birth weight ratios and compute projected weaning weight.”
Bess made a face. “Oh, Daddy!”
“I’ll make a rancher out of you one day, young lady,” he said with a grin.
“Billy’s dad said he was sure glad he had a son instead of girls. Daddy, do you ever wish me and Jenny was boys?” she asked.
He stopped, dropped to one knee and hugged the child close. “Daddy loves little girls,” he said softly. “And he wouldn’t trade you and Jenny for all the boys in the world. You tell Billy I said that.”
Bess chuckled. “I will!” She kissed his cheek with a big smack. “I love you, Daddy!”
“I love you, too, little chick.”
Jenny, jealous, had to have a hug, too, and they ended up each clinging to a strong, lean hand as they went into the house.
Kasie watched them, feeling more lost and alone than she had in months. She ached to be part of a family again. Watching Gil with the girls only emphasized what she’d lost.
She went up onto the porch and up the staircase slowly, her hand smoothing over the silky wood of the banister as she tried once again to come to grips with her loss.
She was curled up in her easy chair watching an old movie on television when there was a soft knockat the door just before it opened. Bess and Jenny sneaked in wearing their gowns and bathrobes and slippers, peering cautiously down the hall before they closed the door.
“Hello,” Kasie said with a smile, opening her arms as they clambered up into the big chair with her and cuddled close. “You smell nice.”
“We had baths,” Bess said. “Miss Parsons said we was covered with chocolate sauce.” She giggled. “We splashed her.”
“You bad babies,” she chided softly and kissed little cheeks.
“Could you tell us a story?” they asked.
“Sure. What would you like to hear?”
“The one with the bears.”
“Okay.” She started the story, speaking in all the different parts, while they snuggled close and listened with attention.
Just to see if they were really listening, she added, “And then the wolf huffed and puffed…”
“No, Kasie!” Bess interrupted. “That’s the pig story!”
“Is it?” she exclaimed. “All right, then. Well, the bears came home…”
“Huffing and puffing?” came a deep, amused query from the doorway. The little girls glanced at him, looking guilty and worried. “Miss Parsons is looking for you two fugitives,” he drawled. “If I were you, I’d get into my beds real fast. She’s glowering.”
“Goodness! We got to go, Kasie!” Bess
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