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- About the Author
Marcail didnt look to the window until he mentioned the snow. Alex watched as she moved slowly toward the window by the door and looked out. A white blanket stretched for as far as her eyes could see, and snow was still coming down. Strangely enough, the sight gave her comfort. The doctor had been given no choice, and Marcails fear of her situation, if not the doctor, lessened to some degree.
She turned from the window, thanked Alex for drying her clothes, went into the bedroom, and shut the door. Her voice told him she was coming to accept the situation. Alex stood for a few moments outside the door, thinking as he did that Marcail didnt have an inkling of how the folks in town would react if they ever found out what had happened.
What will you do if someone needs you in town? Marcail asked from her place in front of the dishpan, relieved over having something to do.
Alex picked up a plate and started to dry. If the bell rings, Ill try to get through.
The bell?
Yes. Since I dont live in town, I have a bell outside of my office so people can call me here at home.
Light suddenly dawned for Marcail. Ive heard that bell at times and wondered what it was.
Alex didnt answer. He was too busy smiling over how long she was taking to wash a few dishes. Shed been extremely nervous at breakfast and had hardly eaten a bite. This surprised him because he knew shed missed supper. He remembered then how wary she was of him, and found himself wishing hed get called into town so he could leave her in peace.
Will you take me home if you get called into town?
The question seemed to come out of nowhere, but Alex had an answer. I really doubt Ill be called.
But if you are? Marcail pressed him.
Alex didnt even hesitate. No, its too risky.
Marcail began to gnaw on her lower lip. Alex had seen her do this several times at the breakfast table when the silence between them had lengthened.
When Marcail was finished with the dishes, she turned to Alex with her hands clasped nervously in front of her. All done, she said, stating the obvious.
Thank you for your help.
Youre welcome. Is there anything else I can do?
Sure, Alex began, and Marcail missed the sparkle in his eyes. I have several shirts that need to be mended and washed, and the bedroom needs dusting.
Once again, Marcail caught her lower lip between her teeth and nodded her head, taking in the orders with wide-eyed agreement. Alexs heart melted just a little at the sight of her.
Im teasing you, Alex said softly, and watched as she visibly relaxed and even laughed quietly. He also noticed that her cheeks were just a bit flushed.
How about a game of checkers?