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Show 142 Instead of taking her hand, Jame swept Maggie Rose high in his arms and whirled her around the room. "For Lord's sake, put me down, you great lummox," she cried, but before Jame did, she kissed his grinning face. "You're a giant of a man," she gasped, staggering a little when he set her on her feet. "You're as strong as Hugo when he was your age." "Well!" Hugo said, rubbing his hands. "I think we should all sit down and talk things over. Maggie Rose, Kathleen, Jame, sit around the kitchen table. Karl, you and Henry stay too." "Now can I know what's happening?" Henry begged. Kathleen leaned from her chair to hug her little brother. "Jame and I are married," she told him. "Oh, is that all," Henry said. "What I want to know," Maggie Rose declared, "is who married you two." "A justice of the peace in Pittsburgh," Kathleen answered. "Then you've got to be married by a priest right away." "We will, Mom. We'll go to see Father Kilkenny tomorrow, as soon as Jame gets home from work." "From work? You've found a job then, Jame?" Hugo asked. "I wouldn't have married Kathleen if I hadn't," he told them. "I start tomorrow in the twenty-eight inch billet mill at the Canaan Works. And I want you to know, Mom and Pop Kerner..." Jame smiled, calling them that for the first time, "...that I'll play it straight from now on, both on the job and off. No more cuttin' up, honest to God. I'm a married man now, and I'm gonna make Kathleen proud of me-" |