said.
“Clint…”
Chapter 9: Let’s Get Married
“I think it’s easy to figure out where the kids stand on this, don’t you?” Clint asked Sarah.
“Cassie has made it clear where she stands. So has Rebecca as far as that goes,” Sarah said.
“I think we can make it work,” he said. “I love the way you interacted with Cassie. She wears her heart on her sleeve.”
“I agree with you. All we have to do is figure the next step,” she said.
“I’ll take it,” he said. “Sarah, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, I will,” she said. “What do we have to do?”
“We have to get a license at the courthouse. After that, we can either have a preacher marry us or we can have a civil ceremony. I do have one request, though.”
“What is that?” she asked.
“I would like to tell Suzy and Mama before hand. I would like for them to be there.”
“That’s certainly reasonable. I think I would like to be married in church, if that is all right with you.”
“Good enough. Let’s get the license while we are in town,” he suggested.
* * *
After obtaining the license, the four of them loaded into the wagon, and they set out for Suzy and Arthur Johnson’s farm.
When Clint drove the wagon into the yard, a dog materialized from somewhere and began barking loudly at the intruders into his domain. The front door opened, and a pleasant looking young woman came out, wiping her hands on her apron.
Clint gave Sarah a hand getting out of the wagon and lifted Rebecca from the rear of the wagon. Cassie jumped down by herself. “Aunt Suzy, they’re here! This is my new sister and my new Mama. Well, not yet, but she is getting married to Papa and then she will be my Mama.”
Clint made the introductions.“Sarah, this is my little sister, Suzy Johnson. Suzy, Sarah Hutchison.”
Sarah took Suzy’s hand in both of hers, and said warmly, “I’m so glad to meet you. Clint told me in his letters how much help you’ve been. This is my daughter, Rebecca. Rebecca, say hello to your Aunt Suzy.”
Moving into the protection of her mother’s skirt, Rebecca said softly, “Hello.”
Suzy put her at ease immediately. “Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” she asked.
Rebecca nodded.
“I’ll bet they have.” Turning to Sarah she asked, “So, did you have the ceremony yet?”
“No, Clint wanted to wait so you and your husband could be there, and I agreed with him it should be that way,” Sarah said.
“Sometimes, my big brother shows some sense. There’s hope for him after all,” she laughed.
“I wanted to be married in church, too,” Sarah said. “We’re Baptists like you, by the way.”
“Would you like to stay with us until Sunday then?” Suzy asked.
“I appreciate the offer, but I would really like to get settled in as soon as possible. Besides, I think Cassie might be afraid we’ll back out, Sarah said.
“Cassie is a little worry wart, but she is mature beyond her years,” Suzy said.
“I think she is darling. She sees herself as Clint’s protector and worries about him.”
“Sis, I’m going to take Sarah in and introduce her to Mama. Arthur’s out in the fields, I guess?”
“He’s out there somewhere. I don’t know what he’s doing, but there’s always something.”
* * *
The woman in the bed was thin and frail looking, with a vacant look in her eyes. “Ma, this is Sarah. We are getting married Sunday. Sarah, my mother, Thelma. She’s been living with Suzy since her stroke, right after Thanksgiving.”
Sarah took her hand, careful not to squeeze it, afraid she might unwittingly inflict pain. “Mrs. Thomas, I’m happy to meet you. You can be proud of your children, and I just adore Cassie.” She saw a flicker of light briefly in
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