Katherine came up and joined Khaat and Robert, "Khaat, you do know that boy's homeless. Are you going to take him in too?" "Nobody's asked me yet, so, no. Not yet. But if it comes up, I probably will. At least for awhile. I do have 8 bedrooms, you know," Khaat answered. "Yes," Robert said, "And that would mean you would fill 5 of them--four with homeless kids." "No, 3 with homeless kids. Miseria is mine," Khaat said. "Oh, yes. My mistake. I do apologize. I grouped my own granddaughter in with the rest of the teens. I am so sorry." "It's okay Daddy. You do know that in another 3 years, they'll all move out, en masse." "Maybe we could hire them to work the farm over the summer," Katherine suggested. "I think 3 of them would like that. Miseria isn't going to be working the fields in summer," Khaat said. "No," Robert agreed. "By then she'll be living at the farm so we can make sure her child is delivered safely. And you won't be far behind." "I won't?" Khaat asked. "No," he kissed her nose, "You won't. Daddy's orders--or Doctor's orders, whichever you prefer."
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