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They were able to talk with ease, but Marcails prayers were many on Sydneys behalf. She hadnt mentioned her fears to anyone else, but she recognized the fact that he was a child who was prone to acts of violence when angered. It frightened her a little that she had no idea what had set him off the last time, but she kept an eye on him, and Mr. Flynn was making his visits as promised.
Teaching school was harder work than Marcail had anticipated. Her sister had made it look so easy. This made the weekends a time of relaxation and recuperation. She liked to work on her lessons and bake Saturday morning. Often she would walk into town in the afternoon.
One Saturday, when the weather was beginning to turn cold, Marcail ran into Kay Austin in the general store.
Miss Donovan, Kay greeted her warmly, did the girls give you my message about tomorrow?
Yes, Mrs. Austin, they did, but tomorrow is
The pie auction, she finished for her. Thats no problem because I want you to bring the young man who buys your pie.
Oh, Marcail said with genuine pleasure, that sounds wonderful. Ill plan on it.
Kay squeezed her arm and smiled before telling her she would see her on the morrow. Marcail thought that Mrs. Austin would never know what a relief the invitation was. Rowie Kilmer had seen Marcail just the weekend before and made it quite clear that he was going to bid on her pie. Marcail had been gracious, but in her heart she sighed and wished that he would turn his attention elsewhere.
She had crossed his path from time to time, and although he made no move to press her, he questioned her very carefully as to whether or not shed been seeing anyone else. Her comments on the privacy of her own business seemed to roll off him like boulders on a hillside.
The next morning Marcail went to church. Since the auction was to follow the service, she brought her apple pie in a basket, as did most of the other women in town.
Allies pie was mince. She whispered to Marcail during church that it was Seths favorite. Marcail smiled at the joy in her friends eyes. She had missed Allie since shed started seeing Seth, but Marcail recognized the signs of love and told Allie, in all honesty, how thrilled she was for her newfound happiness.
No social time had been planned, since the weather was cooling, but spirits were high as the bidding began, raising funds that were once again to go to the school.