So much, Kat worried that her lovely face might be frozen in a perpetual look of displeasure. Worse, Kat blamed herself. She knew she was the reason for her mother’s unhappiness. “Really, Katherine, you’ve got to get over this stubbornness. Men don’t like that sort of thing in a wife.” “First, I don’t want to get married,” she said as she sat beside her mother on the wagon’s narrow bench. They were driving into town, and much to Kat’s consternation, they would be paying a call on the ailing minister. “Second, you’re stubborn, too. So is Pa, for that matter, but the two of you have managed to make your marriage work.” “Well, then, it just goes to show that two people can overcome their differences and live happily together.” “Not if one of them is dead set against it.” She tightened her grip on the pot of soup she held in her lap. “Besides, Mama, it was different when you married Pa. You loved him, didn’t you?” To her dismay, her mother shrugged. “Probably not, honey.
