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Those words are very special to me right now, Marcail. Theresa spoke gently when Patrick stopped. You see, a doctor was here last week and I told him about how Ive been coughing and not feeling well and he told me I have tuberculosis. He also told me that people with tuberculosis dont live very long. So the verses are special to me because I know when I die Ill be with the Lord.
It didnt take very long for the full import of Theresas words to hit Marcail. Her parents watched as a single tear slid down their daughters cheek. Marcail was the most heartbreaking person to watch cry because she made no sound.
Theresa reached for her and Marcail buried her face in her mothers neck. Theresa could feel tears against her skin along with the occasional shudder running through her daughters small frame. Theresa thought her heart would break.
It was some time before Marcail could speak and when she did, there was a torrent of questions. Patrick and Theresa did their best to explain all that had transpired. For some reason, Marcails young mind centered on Doctor Weston.
I wish hed never come here.
Marcail, Doctor Westons visit changed nothing. Im thankful he was able to tell me what I have and how serious it is. That way my time with you can be extra special.
The little girl looked unconvinced and Theresa wondered if maybe she needed someone to blame. Marcail needed a little time right now to face all shed been told. She was usually so grown up and had always been so intelligent that it was easy to forget she was still a little girl. Soon after, Theresa was tucking Marcail into bed and settling down to sit with her until she was deeply asleep.
Patrick let himself out of the bedroom to find Kate in the hall. The rest of the house was very quiet.
How is she?
Pretty shook up. She blames the doctor. I suppose she needs someone to point a finger at and hes become the center of her blame. Ill talk to her in the morning.
They were quiet for a moment and Kate watched her father stare past the door that stood ajar to the bedroom. She knew he was watching his wife as she knelt by Marcails bed. Kates hands clenched at her sides and she turned away to keep from crying.
What would Father do without her? What would they all do without her? Oh God, her heart prayed, You could do a miracle, You could heal her. But even as the words came they were pushed away by others, Your will, God. Your will, not mine.
This is how Jesus felt at Gethsemane, only worse. With this thought Kate knew an aching desire to read those verses and she moved down the hall to her brothers door.