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Alex stepped over the threshold, and once in the room, turned to face Marcail. He didnt recognize the fact that hed just wakened her. She was as white as a sheet, and if hed had any closer relationship with her, hed have ordered her immediately to bed.
I dont wish to disturb you, Miss Donovan, but Marla Austin came by my office. When I asked why she wasnt in school, she said you werent feeling well. Is there anything I can do?
No, no, Marcail spoke and took a step back toward the door. Ill be fine, but thank you for checking on me. Marcail opened the door, relieved that this was all he had come about, and stood expectantly.
Her message was more than clear to Alex, and he moved toward the opening but paused in the doorway. Because he was not comfortable with her color or the way she wanted to be rid of him, he was on the verge of breaking his own rule about pushing medical attention on someone who was sane enough to refuse him.
Are you sure I cant do something for you?
Yes, Im sure. This time her voice was emphatic. But thank you for stopping.
She seemed to be a little more at ease with him heading outside, and Alex, assuring himself that she looked a little better than before, went on his way. He sat astride Kelsey for a few seconds before starting down the road, wondering as he did so how shed obtained the little cut on her cheek, and knowing in light of her almost frightened response to him that he would probably never find out.
eight
Marcail spent a long time studying her Bible and praying on Saturday morning. She read in the book of Philippians, the second chapter, that she was to put others first, but one of her students had acted in violence toward her and that was not to be tolerated. Marcail knew she had to go for help and advice.
By 10:30 she was on her way to see Mr. Flynn at the bank. The scratch on her face was very small, unnoticeable really, but Marcail was quite conscious of it.
The bank teller gave her a searching look when she asked for Mr. Flynn, and she forced herself not to reach toward her face. She watched him disappear into the back office and reappear with the bank manager.
To what do I owe this pleasure, Miss Donovan? Mr. Flynn smiled cordially until he got a close look at Marcails tense features.
I have a problem I need to discuss with you, Mr. Flynn. Is this an opportune time?
Yes, certainly. Hed become somewhat tense himself in the last few seconds, and his movements were agitated as he led Marcail to his office. Marcail took the chair Mr. Flynn gestured toward and watched as he sat behind his desk. She was on the verge of explaining her visit when Mr. Flynn spoke.