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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
And here I thought we were going to be good friends, but being with you is only going to accentuate my size. The talkative visitor moved closer.
Your hair is really black, isnt it? I mean, really black, and mine is so blonde its almost white.
Marcail laughed again, and the rotund blonde smiled also, thinking the new schoolteacher was just wonderful.
My name is Alice Warren. But you can call me Allie because were going to be friends.
Id like that. Marcail smiled a genuine smile. My name is Marcail Donovan, and you can call me Marcail, since were going to be good friends.
Marcail. Allie tested the word on her tongue. Do you spell it with a k?
No, its M-a-r-c-a-i-l, but the c is hard.
Allie beamed. I like it. It suits you. Allies face turned to a sudden frown. But I dont think Alice suits me. Ive always pictured myself as a Mirabelle. She finished this last sentence with a dramatic sigh.
Mirabelle? Marcail bit her lower lip to camouflage her smile.
You dont think so?
The smaller woman shook her head apologetically, and they both laughed.
In the space of the next few minutes, Marcail discovered that Allies family ran the sawmill at the other end of town. She had two older brothers, both of whom were the bane of her existence, or so she proclaimed.
They talked for the better part of an hour before Allie jumped up with a hand to her mouth.
I completely forgot why I was here. Mother wants you to come to dinner after church tomorrow.
Oh, Id love to. Thank you.
Good. Id better go now. By the way, how old are you?
Nineteen.
Allie sighed. Im 20. Do you think well ever find husbands? She sighed again and flew out the door. Shed have returned to hug Marcail if she could have read her thoughts.
I dont need a husband, Allienot when Ive found a friend like you.
Church was not at all what Marcail expected. The building was fairly large and packed with people. They sang good hymns of faith for most of the service, but not a word of Scripture was read, even during the short sermon. Marcail wondered if this was something out of the ordinary and not the norm. She certainly hoped so.
Marcail met just about all of her students that day, and by the time she emerged from the building, she was certain the Warren family must have left without her. They had not.
Marcail exited the building to find Allie standing with two well-built, good-looking men. She approached with a smile, and as soon as she reached them Allie said something outrageous.
Marcail, these are my brothers, Logan and Mallory. I believe they are about to make absolute fools of themselves where you are concerned.