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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
As she might have expected, a servant answered the door. Marcail was led toward the rear of the house to an elegant dining room. She paused on the threshold, her head tipped back to take in the massive chandelier that seemed to fill the ceiling. The sound of a sharply cleared throat brought Marcails head around.
Mrs. Duckworth was already seated, and with a regal nod of her head, bid Marcail to enter. She did so and took the chair being held for her by a nervous-looking man-servant.
You are very prompt. I like that, Mrs. Duckworth declared stoutly. Several more servants joined the first two, and the food began arriving. Before Marcail could think twice, her plate was filled with a sumptuous piece of roast beef and all the trimmings.
Marcail watched as her hostess picked up her fork. She was about to follow suit when the interrogation began.
So tell me, Miss Donovan, are your parents living?
My father is.
And your mother, did you ever know her?
Yes, she died when I was nine.
Siblings?
Yes. One sister and one brother.
Older or younger? Do they have families? Tell me about them.
Marcail took a breath. They are both older. My sister, Kaitlin, is the oldest. Shes married to a man named Marshall Riggs, and they live in Santa Rosa. They have three children. My brother is also married. He and his wife, Charlotte, live in Hawaii with their two children.
Mrs. Duckworth ate while her guest answered questions, but Marcail, not knowing when the next question would come, did nothing more than hold her fork in her hand.
And this is your first teaching assignment; is that correct?
Yes, maam. Ive been a private tutor, but Ive never had my own school.
And you understand the terms of the contract, that your clothing and conduct must be above reproach at all times?
Yes, maam. Marcail watched her hostess take another bite of food and thought this might be the only chance to ask a question. Im a little confused, Mrs. Duckworth. I didnt expect to be interviewed. I thought the job was already mine.
The job of teaching the towns children is yours, the older woman answered without hesitation. I am interviewing you, however, to see if you are suitable to teach my grandson. Right now Sydney is with his parents, but he lives with me much of the time. Hes a delicate child, and they simply do not understand him. I usually hire private tutors to see to his education, but I thought it might be time for him to try the classroom again. And since you are the person at the head of that classroom, I must make certain you are sensitive to Sydneys needs.
A small warning bell was ringing in Marcails mind. Im not a teacher who plays favorites, Mrs. Duckworth. If Sydney does his work and is respectful to my authority, well get along fine.