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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Alex wouldnt have believed that anyone could be sleeping as soundly as Marcail. She had fallen asleep over an hour ago and not moved a muscle, not even when he carried her to his bed and tucked her in. He assumed she would awaken before he was ready to go to bed himself, but she never stirred, not even when he banged around in the kitchen fixing some supper. He found himself checking her often to assure himself she was okay, but her breathing was regular and her pulse normal, so he had to assume that she was exhausted.
The snow was still falling steadily as Alex tried to make himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. This was no easy task since the sofa was nearly a foot shorter than his 5 10 frame.
He was covered with a warm quilt as he turned the lantern low and settled back to think on the events of the evening. Alex wondered if he would ever forget the way Marcail looked when she defied him about changing her clothes, or how small she had felt under his hands as hed tucked the quilt about her.
A sudden feeling of dread overcame him. Alex wondered if Marcail would have any idea how a situation like this would be viewed by the town of Willits. He began to pray that God would uphold them both in the days to come, and that the townspeople, specifically Mrs. Duckworth, would be reasonable.
Marcail woke up and stretched luxuriously in the large bed. The smell of coffee assailed her senses, and for just an instant she smiled. A second later she sat up with a start and stared through the dim light at the strange dresser across the room from her and then at the bed in which she slept. Marcails heart began to beat so hard she felt breathless. The bedroom door was open, and, moving very slowly, she walked to that door and looked at the man sitting at the kitchen table.
Alex, fully dressed for the day, looked up from his Bible to find his houseguest standing in the bedroom doorway, clutching the front of her nightgown.
What time is it?
About 6:30.
In the morning? Marcail whispered.
Alex looked at her with tender compassion and rose to retrieve her clothing. These were by the stove all night, so theyre dry now.
Marcail took her clothes and thanked him, her voice stilted.
Ill fix some breakfast whenever youre ready.
Again Marcail thanked him and stood staring at nothing, trying to come to grips with the fact that shed spent the night at the doctors house.
Why didnt you wake me?
First of all you were so exhausted and sleeping so hard, Im not sure I could have awakened you. And second, it was still snowing, so I didnt see any point.