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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
As difficult as it was to go back to what seemed a spiritual wasteland, Marcail found as the days passed that she could hardly sit still for the thought of returning. She missed her students and her little house so much that she dreamed of them the night before she left. She knew she would miss her family once again, but strangely she found herself thinking of Dr. Montgomery as she boarded the train for Willits.
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Marcail couldnt believe how good it felt to step off the train in Willits. The scenery on the ride north was a little more familiar this time. As the train lumbered its way through the mountains and valleys en route to her home, Marcail reveled in the beauty from the window.
There was a slight pang of loneliness when no one was at the train station to meet her, but then she hadnt been able to tell Allie exactly when she was scheduled to arrive.
Mentally thanking Rigg and Katie for the new coat she wore, Marcail started her walk home. She felt snug and warm as she pulled the high collar around the back of her head. Her new boots, a gift from her father, were a little stiff at first, but they were already feeling better by the time her house came into view.
Marcail breathed in the crisp, cold air as she walked, and not until she drew near her front porch did she recognize the sound of someone chopping wood. She peeked around the corner of the house to find Alex in shirtsleeves and swinging an ax.
He had come into her thoughts at odd times while in Santa Rosa, and each time Marcail had prayed very specifically about her feelings. If she was very honest with herselfand she usually tried to behe still made her uncomfortable. But she was also fascinated.
Lost in her thoughts, Marcail stood long enough that Alex eventually noticed her. Marcail watched as he set the ax down, drew a handkerchief from his rear pocket, and came toward her.
Welcome home, he said as he wiped the back of his neck. He stopped before her and couldnt hold the smile that stretched over his face at the very sight of her.
Thank you. Its nice to be back.
Alexs smile deepened over the sincerity he saw in her eyes. When she had boarded the train to Santa Rosa he had wondered if he would ever see her again. The thought had given him no peace of mind. When she still hadnt returned on Saturday and school was scheduled to resume on Monday, he became concerned. He purposely left her wood until Sunday in hopes that he would be there when she returned.
Did you have a nice Christmas? Marcails voice was tentative, telling Alex how hard it was for her to make simple conversation with him.
Yes, I did, thank you. How about yourself?
It was very nice.
Did you get a new coat?