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board the train tomorrow morning. No one would try to stop her, but just in case, she wouldn’t tell her parents that she was leaving. A note telling them of her plans would suffice. She wouldn’t even say where she was going in the unlikely event that they would try to stop her, but she felt it was her duty at least to let them know she was leaving.
    Her heart felt lighter and she jumped up to pack. She didn’t have much, and wouldn’t really need much more than a few items of clothing. She had her uniform from the school, so she’d bring that and a few other essentials. Anything else she could buy in Bozeman.
    “You’ll just have to take me as I am, Dr. Wilson,” she murmured. “There’s no time to send a photo.” She felt a twinge of remorse, for he had specifically asked for one, but she couldn’t fathom what difference it would make. She wasn’t hideous, she thought as she stopped in the midst of her frenzy to contemplate her reflection in the small mirror on her wall. Her hair was a light brown, nothing remarkable or detestable. Her eyes were of an indistinguishable color. Sometimes they were gray, sometimes a light blue. Her face wasn’t particularly memorable, but her skin was good and her lashes were long. Her lips were a tad full, but there was nothing she could do about that.
    As for her figure, she was trim and compact, strong, but not overly feminine. Well, she was sensible-looking at least. That had to be a redeeming quality in a nurse. Surely he couldn’t find fault with her. And with probably being married, he probably wouldn’t care about her looks anyway. Why should it matter? It wouldn’t. He would see that she was perfect for the position and be glad that she’d come.
    For the first time in a very long time, Kate experienced a lightness in her chest, a spark of something that wasn’t dark or painful. It was so unfamiliar that she almost couldn’t identify it, but after a few moments, she recognized it.
    It was hope.

Chapter 3
    “ S o you sent her a ticket ?” Theodore Jefferson asked his friend, a trace of disbelief in his voice.
    “What could I do, Theo? She was the only one who replied. Better an aloof wife than none at all, right?”
    The two of them were conversing in the surgery after Theo had picked up some medicine for his youngest child. The little one had kept them awake all last night with a cough.
    His friend was slow in answering Geoff. “Well, I’ll pray for you. I don’t know much about women, but when Margie wrote to me, I learned more about her in half of one of her letters than in the entire contents of this one. And she wrote me a number of letters before coming, and I wrote many to her.” Theo didn’t seem too happy with his choice, but there was nothing he could do about it. Kate was coming in less than one week according to her telegram.
    “Well, it’s too late now. She’s coming, and that’s all there is to it,” he replied stoically, doing his best not to despair. To distract himself, he began to reorganize the medicine cabinet by size and shape of the bottles. “Besides, she might improve upon closer inspection. Perhaps she’s just not a letter writer.”
    “I hope you’re right.” Theo looked down at the letter again. “So, you didn’t receive a photo then, did you?”
    “No. She seems to be in a hurry to get here, and of course there was no way of sending one before she arrived. It doesn’t matter too much anyway. Looks aren’t that important.”
    Theo mumbled something unintelligible and from his face, Geoff could see that he didn’t entirely agree.
    Geoff shook his head. “It won’t matter. Anyway, I’ve prayed about this relentlessly, so God will send me exactly who I’m supposed to be with.”
    Theo grinned now. “I suppose I can’t argue with that. Yes, well, alright. Bring her by the house whenever you like. Just give me enough time to tell Margie. She’ll want to have something special for her.”
    “I will surely do that,