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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Yes. Marcail wasnt, but she didnt know how to begin telling him how much she hurt inside. And besides, he was a doctor of the body, not the heart.
Alex knew she was far from all right, but he had no idea how to question her. She didnt thank him or even look at him as he opened her door and waited for her to go inside. He stepped in behind her.
Will you be okay now?
Yes, thank-you was the wooden reply.
Alex felt concerned over her lack of response. He reached out and touched her shoulder.
Marcail, Im going to come by in the morning. We need to talk.
In the morning?
Yes, but right now I think you should get some rest.
She was finally looking at him.
Did you hear me?
Marcail nodded slightly.
Ill be by in the morning before church.
Again she nodded, and Alex felt there was nothing more he could do. With a heavy heart he turned toward the door, praying that Marcail would get a good nights sleep.
twenty-two
Alex was at Marcails front door nearly three hours before church was scheduled to begin. She was up and dressed, her hair in place, but looking so pale Alex feared she might be ill. She greeted him soberly, and Alex thought she might be working hard at fighting the fear over why he was there.
Would you like some coffee? Marcail offered while Alex removed his coat.
He accepted the offer, taking a place at the kitchen table. He thought to kill some time before he asked Marcail something that was sure to upset her. But while he still had coffee in his mouth, Marcail spoke.
Im not really sure why youve come by this morning, Dr. Montgomery.
So were back to Dr. Montgomery, Alex thought before he answered her question.
I think we need to talk about whats happened in the last week, he told her quietly. In fact, I have a question to ask you, maybe two. He paused until he was sure he had Marcails full attention.
Marcail, are you going to leave the teaching position here in Willits?
Marcail did not understand immediately. She sat for long moments in quiet thought. When she did speak, her voice was soft and sure.
No, Im not. Ive thought about nothing else all week, and I just cant leave these children. I might be sorry, and I might change my mind later, but right now Im going to stay here and teach.
Then Ill ask my second question. Alex cleared his throat. Will you marry me?
Marcail stared at him, completely nonplussed. Alex could see that hed shocked her speechless, but hed given this idea much thought and prayer in the last week, and he honestly believed it was the best course of action. He began to explain his position before Marcail could voice her thoughts.