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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
The sun broke through the clouds at about 2:30 that afternoon. The day had been spent in various pursuits, some idle, some intense, but all enjoyable. Marcail was becoming less tense as the day wore on, and Alex, as he offered to take her home, hoped that she would be a little more receptive to his suit in the very near future.
Even as the thought occurred to him, another thought, much more painful and dark, crowded into his mind. It came to fruition as he and Marcail approached her house and found several men from town, including Rowie Kilmer, in her front yard.
Miss Donovan, Mr. Flynn called to her as Alex held her under the arms and lowered her to the bottom step of her porch. We were just about to organize a search for you.
Oh, Mr. Flynn, Im sorry you were worried.
Well, were just glad that Dr. Montgomery found you, he assured her warmly. You must have gone out early this morning, since the fire is out in your stove.
Actually, Marcail explained with an embarrassed smile, I got caught out yesterday.
Marcail failed to notice the change on Mr. Flynns face or how still the other men had become. Alex, on the other hand, did not miss a single expression.
Are you saying that Dr. Montgomery is just now bringing you home? Mr. Flynn questioned her softly.
Well, yes, Marcail continued, still unsuspectingly. I got caught in the white-out yesterday, and as you know, the sky didnt clear until just a short time ago.
Since she was moving up the steps toward the door, Marcail again missed the mens faces. She called over her shoulder that the men could come inside out of the cold, but she didnt immediately notice when they failed to follow her or respond.
Once she was out of earshot, Alex spoke to Mr. Flynn, whose eyes were leveled on the younger man.
You know better than to think what youre thinking, Stan.
I realize that, Alex, he answered, his voice measured. But have you given any thought as to how this is going to be received?
Ive given it plenty of thought, but there wasnt much I could do. Maybe the board would feel better if you had found Miss Donovans body frozen somewhere here in the woods, instead of healthy and completely innocent about what is going through your minds.
Mr. Flynn nodded, his expression pained, and Alex let his gaze wander to the other men. Most were very worried. One wore a smirk that Alex wanted to wipe off, and Rowie was clearly furious.