Lee had a pile of little fall jackets over his arm when Cassidy spoke. He turned to look at her, listening. He didn't speak at first. He was irked. They were choosing to believe that all would be well, and that was their choice. They hadn't seen her though, like he had. They hadn't seen how severe it was. If they chose to minimize, then that was their issue.
He looked at Angus, not feeling sure that it was safe to leave the kids here or not. If Steven were still an employee in the states, Lee believed he'd have either fired him by now or ordered him for a full set of evaluations to find out what the devil was wrong with him. One or the other.
Angus nodded slowly to Lee. "We'll take care of the kids, Lee. Feel free to add a man inside the house. We've got more kids than grown ups right now. An extra hand would be welcome," Angus said.
"I'll do that," Lee said, handing the jackets to Angus. He was ready to turn to leave when he felt a little hand tugging on his pantleg. He looked down to see Abbey there, her bright smile beaming up at him.
"Hi!" she said.
"Hi!" he laughed. He picked her up. "Do you remember me?" She frowned at him as if he had asked a stupid question.
"You my Unca Lee!"
"That's right," he laughed. "You have a good memory."
"You telled me you was gonna bring me candy!"
"Oh, so I did," he said, amazed at her ability to remember his offhand comment that he was going to bring her some American lollipops.
"You forgetted, didn't you?" she eyed him.
"You're right," he apologized. "I did forget. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"Now you gots to bring more. Lots more," she nodded.
"I do, huh?" he smiled. She nodded firmly. "Alright. Deal. You drive a hard bargain." He saw darker thoughts coming up in her little mind. She was quiet rather suddenly, playing with the kit collar on his gray V-necked pullover. "What are you thinking about?" he asked her.
"Mama," Abbey said softly. "She come back, Unca Lee?"
"I hope so, Sweetheart," he said, kissing her forehead. "I sure hope so. She has a lot of people helping her."
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yes. And Papa."
"Then Mama be okay," she nodded. "But I gots nobody to tell me stories."
"You don't? Nobody?" he asked. She shook her head.
"How about you and I go take a walk and I'll tell you a story?" he asked. She nodded. He looked at the other kids, who seemed to be more oblivious about what was going on. Abbey was much too much like her mother. Abbey knew. He felt a need to try to soothe this child, if even for awhile. Angus helped Abbey with her jacket.
"We go outside? In the yard? What about doggies?" Abbey asked.
"I won't let any doggies get you," he said softly, "That's my job."
"Like Daddy?"
"Yeah," he said, letting her understand it as she could. "Like Daddy. Shall we go?" She nodded. He walked downstairs with her and out into the yard.