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Book: Katie: Bride of Virginia (American Mail-Order Brides 10) by Sylvia McDaniel
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Authors: Sylvia McDaniel
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fear the wind would chill her. How could they have children if she never laid with her husband? And why did she suddenly feel the urge to try again with him. Would it be better this time?
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After touring the vineyard, Katie was ready to come in out of the blustery cold wind and spend the afternoon with Mother O'Malley. Her husband had things he needed to handle and yet before they parted, he kissed her soundly.
It was the kind of kiss a girl dreamed of and a woman relished. It was the kind of kiss that had her longing for the evening when she would spend time alone with her husband. Both of them wanted the same things, a family and a way to support the brood of children they longed for. The business was growing and expanding and now they were working towards the children.
Christmas was only three weeks away and she couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if she conceived during the holidays. Time would tell.
Pulling off her coat and scarf, she hung them up in the closet and pulled on her apron as she walked into the parlor.
The thump thump thump of the wheelchair let her know her mother-in-law was headed in her direction. Katie sank on the sofa to await her. She picked up a stack of Daniel's shirts she wanted to repair before he came home tonight.
“You're back,” she said rolling into the room a disgruntled expression on her face.
With trepidation Katie realized, the woman was not in the best of spirits.
“Yes, I just came in a few minutes ago. Would you like some hot tea?”
“No, I'm fine. I thought maybe you could read to me this afternoon.”
Certainly. Let me finish this piece of mending,” she said.
The woman became exasperated and yelled. “Hurry up, girl. I've been waiting all day for you.”
Everything centered around this woman and Katie wondered if it had been this way all her life or only since the accident. If she had ever acted this way with the nuns, they would have taken the rod to her and made her go to confession. She knew her mother-in-law was lonely, but still there was no point in acting so selfish.
Katie smiled and continued to work on sewing the rip in a shirt. “I realize you have nothing to keep you occupied. I was thinking maybe you could help me with the mending. Two hands make the job go by faster.”
“I hate sewing.”
That was obvious. It was the one household duty her mother-in-law could have easily done and yet she refused to even consider helping. Instead she preferred other people to take care of her.
“I enjoy taking a piece of material and creating something new and exciting from the cotton. When you finish it gives you such a feeling of accomplishment,” Katie responded trying to remain positive and not let her destroy the warm feelings from the morning.
How wretched to spend the last years of her life unhappy and doing everything she could to make everyone around her miserable.
“Hrumph. I don't need a feeling of accomplishment. I'm an old woman, just waiting to die.”
Setting her sewing down, Katie looked at her mother-in-law. “How can you say that. That's so wrong.”
“But it's true.”
Misery loves company and somehow Katie felt like her mother-in-law wanted everyone around her to be unhappy.
“Only because you make yourself be this mean, nasty woman people don't like. Since the day I walked into this house, you have been disrespectful and hateful to me. I've put up with your disposition thinking it would eventually change, but it hasn't.
“I thought maybe it was because you didn't like to share Daniel, but I don't believe that anymore. I think you like being considered a snide, mean old woman, it keeps people away. They don't have to see the hurt and the pain inside you, just waiting to die.”
Daniel's mother stared at her in shock, her mouth wide open.
Katie rose from the sofa. She'd gone too far. She shouldn't have been so truthful with her mother-in-law and somehow kept her mouth shut. But she'd had enough.
What started
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After touring the vineyard, Katie was ready to come in out of the blustery cold wind and spend the afternoon with Mother O'Malley. Her husband had things he needed to handle and yet before they parted, he kissed her soundly.
It was the kind of kiss a girl dreamed of and a woman relished. It was the kind of kiss that had her longing for the evening when she would spend time alone with her husband. Both of them wanted the same things, a family and a way to support the brood of children they longed for. The business was growing and expanding and now they were working towards the children.
Christmas was only three weeks away and she couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if she conceived during the holidays. Time would tell.
Pulling off her coat and scarf, she hung them up in the closet and pulled on her apron as she walked into the parlor.
The thump thump thump of the wheelchair let her know her mother-in-law was headed in her direction. Katie sank on the sofa to await her. She picked up a stack of Daniel's shirts she wanted to repair before he came home tonight.
“You're back,” she said rolling into the room a disgruntled expression on her face.
With trepidation Katie realized, the woman was not in the best of spirits.
“Yes, I just came in a few minutes ago. Would you like some hot tea?”
“No, I'm fine. I thought maybe you could read to me this afternoon.”
Certainly. Let me finish this piece of mending,” she said.
The woman became exasperated and yelled. “Hurry up, girl. I've been waiting all day for you.”
Everything centered around this woman and Katie wondered if it had been this way all her life or only since the accident. If she had ever acted this way with the nuns, they would have taken the rod to her and made her go to confession. She knew her mother-in-law was lonely, but still there was no point in acting so selfish.
Katie smiled and continued to work on sewing the rip in a shirt. “I realize you have nothing to keep you occupied. I was thinking maybe you could help me with the mending. Two hands make the job go by faster.”
“I hate sewing.”
That was obvious. It was the one household duty her mother-in-law could have easily done and yet she refused to even consider helping. Instead she preferred other people to take care of her.
“I enjoy taking a piece of material and creating something new and exciting from the cotton. When you finish it gives you such a feeling of accomplishment,” Katie responded trying to remain positive and not let her destroy the warm feelings from the morning.
How wretched to spend the last years of her life unhappy and doing everything she could to make everyone around her miserable.
“Hrumph. I don't need a feeling of accomplishment. I'm an old woman, just waiting to die.”
Setting her sewing down, Katie looked at her mother-in-law. “How can you say that. That's so wrong.”
“But it's true.”
Misery loves company and somehow Katie felt like her mother-in-law wanted everyone around her to be unhappy.
“Only because you make yourself be this mean, nasty woman people don't like. Since the day I walked into this house, you have been disrespectful and hateful to me. I've put up with your disposition thinking it would eventually change, but it hasn't.
“I thought maybe it was because you didn't like to share Daniel, but I don't believe that anymore. I think you like being considered a snide, mean old woman, it keeps people away. They don't have to see the hurt and the pain inside you, just waiting to die.”
Daniel's mother stared at her in shock, her mouth wide open.
Katie rose from the sofa. She'd gone too far. She shouldn't have been so truthful with her mother-in-law and somehow kept her mouth shut. But she'd had enough.
What started
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