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- Dear Marcail
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Marcail brushed through her hair with long even strokes as she sat on the edge of the bed and thought about Dr. Montgomery. She knew she was being silly, since he couldnt be nicer, but fears were never logical, and the truth was that she was afraid of him.
Marcail lay in bed thinking of the humble way Alex had accepted her rejection. She wondered for a moment if her fear wasnt causing her to pass up what could be a wonderful relationship. How would she know either way? She fell asleep before she could come to any solid conclusions.
thirteen
Santa Rosa
December 18, 1881
Marcail beamed across the living room at her sister, who mirrored her look as though they alone shared a secret. They were silent for a moment, a relaxed, easy kind of silence that sisters who are also friends can share. Kaitlin was the first to break the spell.
I cant believe how good it is to have you here. Its been so long.
That quick hug back in August when the train came through didnt count.
Youre right, it didnt.
Again they smiled at each other. Marcail had arrived the day before. Now it was Sunday afternoon, and theyd already been to church and eaten lunch. Little Donovan was napping, and the girls were with their dad at their grandparents farm. The house was quiet.
You look good, Marc. You must be happy.
I am. I mean, the job isnt without its drawbacks, but I really do love it.
Its what youve always wanted to do, thats for certain.
The biggest difficulty, Marcail spoke with a twinkle in her eye, is that both you and Mother made it look so easy.
And youre finding out different?
In a hurry. Marcail spoke fervently this time.
Have there been some problems?
Yes, but I believe Im handling them.
Why didnt you write about them?
Because I wanted to stand on my own, and if Rigg had known about the one problem, hed have rushed to Willits. I didnt want that.
Kaitlin looked concerned. Were you in some sort of danger?
In a way I was, but the situation is under control now, at least I pray it is.
Want to tell me about it?
Surprisingly, Marcail did. She told her older sister all about Mrs. Duckworth, Sydney, and the towns refusal to stand up to this family. She half expected Kaitlin to be angry, both at her for not sharing and at Mrs. Duckworths manipulation. But instead Kaitlin looked very thoughtful.
Mother had a problem like that once.
She did? Marcail was astounded.
Um hm. In Hawaii. You were probably too young to recall. One of the leaders in the village wanted his son schooled, but without the slightest bit of correction. And believe me, this boy needed to be disciplined.
How did she handle it?