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</div>Rikkie was so surprised when Miss Widcombe grabbed her skirt as she was headed to the parlor, that Rikkie lost her grip on the sheets and blankets and they fairly flew a few feet away from her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Aahh!"</span>Rikkie cried out in surprise!  She nearly fell, but Miss Widcombe's grip was firm and Rikkie managed to keep her balance.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Have a moment, <u><i>darling</i></u>?"</span>asked Miss Widcombe.  Rikkie felt the Miss Widcombe tug Rikkie's dress to bring them closer together.  Miss Widcombe had not raised her voice, but she'd never addressed Rikkie as 'darling' before and Rikkie did not believe that Miss Widcombe's tone of voice was genuine with affection.  Rikkie turned to face Marcus Widcombe's daughter, who was so confident and sure of herself (which were two things that Rikkie generally was<u><i>not</i></u>), that Rikkie instantly began to feel small in the woman's presence.   It was a conscious effort to make herself stay still instead of trying to run away.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I.. I'm s-so s-sorry, Miss Widcombe,"</span>Rikkie started, bringing her hands up over her heart and trying to keep herself from stammering.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Ms. Ishimoto was having some pains.  She said it was too soon, but y-you've seen her.  Miss Corne and Miss Daniels are seeing to her comfort.  I was asked to bring extra sheets and blankets, just in case.  I.. I didn't know where you were."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Rikkie felt herself beginning to tremble.</span>