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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Marcail came back to her front door. When she could see that no one was going to come in, she thanked the men, closed the door, and restarted the fire in the stove. It briefly crossed her mind that the men were acting strangely, but within minutes her thoughts were on the late hour of the afternoon and how much she wanted to get done before bedtime.
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Alex had to turn his face away from the pain and confusion he saw in Marcails eyes. He had not approached her at church for fear of making a bad situation worse, but the desire to sit next to her, put his arm around her, and tell her everything was going to be fine was overwhelming.
But telling her such a thing would be a lie. Everything was not going to be fine, at least not for a while. Alex knew with a dreaded certainty that in order to make things right, Marcail was going to have to make some painful decisions. He missed every word of the sermon while he prayed for Willits young schoolteacher.
Marcail was cut to the quick when Allie Warren walked past her without a word. She knew her friend had seen her, but Marcail watched as Allie kept her face averted, even when she called a greeting to her.
It had taken half the morning, but the innocent Miss Donovan finally understood that this sudden, cold treatment from the people at church had to do with her spending a night at Dr. Montgomerys home. Her first reaction was shock, and then outrage at what they must have been thinking.
It didnt seem to matter that shed have frozen to death if Alex hadnt rescued her. In the eyes of the townspeople, she had acted outside the bounds of propriety, and that was not to be tolerated. Feeling lonely and rejected, Marcail walked home from church alone. It was the first week she hadnt been asked to join one of the towns families for Sunday dinner.
She spent the day praying, overcoming her hurt, and working on her lessons for the following week. It was almost a relief to realize that she wouldnt have to see anyone but her students until the following Sunday. Marcail, who still did not grasp the severity of the situation, hoped that everyone would be over their upset by then.
Marcail looked into the uncertain faces of the six children in her class and wanted to cry. She had hovered around the door for an hour after she rang the bell, finally accepting the fact that most of the towns families were not going to send their children to school.
The Austins, Vespermans, and Whites had sent their children, and after Marcail directed them to read silently in their readers, she sat at her desk and decided what course of action to take.