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An entire month passed before Alex saw Marcail again. It was not for lack of trying on his part, but he wanted to be careful about how often he went to the front door of her home, and there was really no other time when he ran into her. Since she would probably have to be dying before she would call on him, he knew better than to hope she would need medical attention.
On this particular Saturday morning he was a little late heading into his office in town. For the first time he saw Marcail at the side of her house. He did a double take when he saw that the tiny, black-haired woman was chopping wood, or at least making an attempt. Knowing that he was getting a glimpse of Marcail Donovans determined personality, Alex dismounted and stood watching her.
Marcail balanced a fat log on end, and then lifted the ax in front of her, bringing it down on the log. A small piece of wood flew off as the remainder of the wood landed on the ground. Alex watched in fascination as she added the piece to a small pile of chips and started again.
Just as Marcail raised the ax again, she spotted her neighbor. She repeated the process and then stood breathing heavily as Alex approached.
I cant believe youre doing this yourself.
Well, I said I would, Marcail was still panting, so Im going to.
And just who did you say that to? Alex reached for the ax and tried to ignore the surreptitious way Marcail backed away from him.
Jethro offered to chop wood for me, but I didnt think that was a good idea, so I told him I would take care of it myself. In fact, I think you should give the ax back to me.
Alex stared at her for a full ten seconds, shook his head, and began to chop. In 20 minutes he had a large stack of burning logs and a smaller stack of kindling. They worked together carrying the logs to the house and dumping them into the box by Marcails stove. On the last load Marcail turned to thank the doctor, but found him standing and watching her from the door. With his gaze leveled so intently on her, it took a moment for her to speak.
Thank you for your help.
Youre welcome. Will you do me a favor?
What is it?
Will you do it? he persisted.
Marcail hesitated. She knew it was unfair of him to ask for a commitment before explaining, but he had chopped her wood, and she could see his desire to help was out of kindness and not selfish motives.
All right.
Come by my office and let me know the next time you need wood.
Marcail nearly panicked. That would mean he would be around more often. She had to make him see this wasnt necessary.